Last night, her stomach had repeatedly swollen and flattened. It was no wonder Reiya had asked.
Empowered by his two Talents, [Withered Glory Sun] and [Flawless Face], Westheid's constitution had become an Innate Butter Saint Body. Don't ask how his output could easily reach dozens of liters. The answer is simply: this is the Extraordinary World, a place that casually spits on the law of conservation of mass.
Reiya rubbed her lower abdomen as she spoke.
"I can understand why West wants an heir, but I'm sorry. I have no intention of bearing your child."
"Why?"
Duke Qinghui asked instinctively, then quickly added:
"Don't misunderstand. I don't mean that I'm determined to get you pregnant—in fact, that wasn't my intention at all. I was just curious... If you don't want to answer, you can forget I asked."
And it was true, Westheid had no such intention.
