Chen Mo rose to his feet and paced twice before the bed. His gaze fell on the two dark-purple dead eggs on the left, and he suddenly smiled.
Since when had he become so conflicted?
He reached out and stored the Wraith Heart in his storage space, then retrieved the two dead eggs.
The eggshells were icy cold to the touch, and the ring-shaped patterns glimmered faintly in his palm.
That craving instantly burned from his stomach to his throat, and saliva began flooding his mouth again.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth and set one egg back in the corner of the bed, keeping only one in his hand.
He would eat one first.
If something went wrong, at least he would still have one left.
He rubbed the eggshell twice with his fingertips, put it into his mouth, and took a bite.
Warm juice burst forth.
It was like egg white, but thicker, carrying a faintly sweet, fishy tang.
It slid across his tongue and went down his throat with a gulp.
Right after that, a soft, mushy mass slipped into his mouth.
His teeth crushed it with the slightest touch. It was soft like a half-cooked yolk, yet had the chewiness of crisp cartilage.
It was tender, needing almost no chewing; a press of his tongue made it melt apart.
Mixed within were several bones that had yet to fully form, crunching faintly beneath his teeth.
Chen Mo swallowed everything in his mouth in two or three bites, then licked around his lips, sweeping even that lingering sweet fishiness into his mouth.
Mm, it did not taste as bad as he had imagined.
It was like eating balut, with a slight fishy flavor.
He smacked his lips and turned his gaze toward the other egg.
Since he had