Zheng Xiu was actually pondering the same question as Xi'er.
'A man… How could he possibly give birth?'
It wasn't a matter of desire; his biological structure simply made it impossible.
'But… could he really be pregnant?'
'In Mo Kuang's case, at the very least, he still had one orifice the baby could come out of.'
'But wouldn't that be too cruel?'
"Ahem."
Zheng Xiu cleared his throat, interrupting the tide of wild thoughts surging through Xi'er's mind. "What exactly is the situation right now?"
Xi'er's small mouth opened slightly, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she spread her hands helplessly as the view shifted to the young man.
