Countless rays of light appeared and disappeared in her eyes, and every trace of blood and energy was clearly visible.
She slowly raised her hand. Her palm seemed empty, but she could clearly see the direction of her veins and the rise and fall of her spiritual energy.
She gently closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the rainbow light quietly faded away.
Really...useful.
A long-lost sense of relief suddenly emerged in her heart.
[…How long will it take for you to be born? ]
The little guy is well-behaved: [Just like humans, the pregnancy lasts for ten months.]
[Mom can also choose a caesarean section. I am not afraid.]
A smile flashed in Su Yao's eyes, and his thin lips curled slightly.
You're quite thoughtful.
She suddenly felt the urge to tease the little guy for no reason, and said in a light tone: "But I already have a son."
If you can't become a daughter, I won't keep you.
The little guy was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the thought came quickly, with a soft and flattering tone:
[Mom! I can choose my own gender!]
[I...I can become a daughter! Really!]
The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and a soft warmth appeared in her purple eyes: [Okay. Then show me how you can do it.]
After he finished speaking, the little guy seemed to be trying very hard to adjust himself.
After a while, Su Yao took his own pulse again, and sure enough, some characteristics of the pulse had changed slightly, and the clear and lively energy was a little more feminine than before.
[…Changed?]
【Changed! 】
The voice was very brisk, as if it was expressing itself with all its strength.
Su Yao smiled softly, and a hardened spot in his heart softened a little.
She slowly raised her head, looked at the bright moon above her head, and suddenly asked in her heart: [Do you know who your father is? ]
【……Um. 】
The little guy said timidly: "It's the uncle in black who always stares at mom. He has a pair of eyes as bright as emeralds."
Liu Yuting's extremely handsome face appeared in Su Yao's mind.
She inexplicably recalled that night when his slightly cool palm rested on her waist, his thin lips pressed against her ear, and when he called her name in a low voice, there was a hint of restraint in his eyes that could not be concealed.
[If you really grow up to be a daughter, you will probably be prettier than me.]
The little guy smiled softly: [Mom, will you keep me? ]
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