"Next, Fors."
As Lan Muzi's voice fell, the lotus leaf beneath Fors's feet drifted gently.
Fors glanced at Xu Xiaoyan, whose cheeks were flushed from speaking just now, and said, "You should choose Xiaoyan. I don't mind. The relationship between us is already so complicated that separating now is impossible anyway."
"Even if you don't choose me, I'll keep clinging to you in the days to come. After all, you once told me that even if I were a useless shut-in, you'd support me for the rest of my life."
Did I ever say something like that? Nan Fusheng could not help feeling suspicious. Was this girl trying to find an excuse to slack off in the future?
"I'm not interested in complicated emotional disputes. If there's anything that interests me..."
Fors could not help touching her abdomen, a blush appearing on her face. "It's that I'm quite curious about what our child would be like if we had one someday."
She was not joking. Nan Fusheng's body was gradually becoming inhuman, transforming toward a higher existence. As a lifeform carrying part of Nan Fusheng's Sequence Status, if she truly bore his child, what kind of existence would it be?
Fors was genuinely interested in this subject. Could this count as a different kind of relying on herself to have a child?
Pfft—
The Inner Courtyard disciples around them felt as if their hearts had been stabbed. That Soft Rice Nan was already such a scumbag, yet the goddess did not mind at all. She was even telling him to choose someone else. No matter how generous she was, this was too much!
Then she even said she was curious what their future child would be like. Damn it, she had obviously already chosen that bastard!
Even Xu Xiaoyan looked