Sang Mo didn't actually like children. It was less a dislike and more of a loathing.
But the thought of his egg growing inside Bai Zhi's belly didn't repulse him—a rare feeling. He even felt a faint sense of anticipation.
At this thought, Sang Mo's deep black pupils involuntarily narrowed into vertical slits.
But he immediately recalled that Bai Zhi didn't like him. At first, she'd even planned for him to attend to her only once a month. Though her attitude had softened considerably since then, he now had four times a month, just like the others.
'But do I really have to change just to please her?'
