Long Xingkui heard the sound of Long Xiliang clenching his fists, the knuckles cracking audibly.
She heard the man's rapid, low breathing, like a beast exhaling a bloody aura.
She turned her head and flashed a bright smile at Long Xiliang, moving her steps aside, revealing the large machine she had been blocking bit by bit before Long Xiliang.
The artificial womb resembled a giant cocoon, filled with amniotic fluid inside the glass cover, with countless tubes of varying thickness connected to the embryo's body.
And that embryo had grown to a size surpassing an adult male's palm.
The embryo curled up within the artificial womb had developed well, its eyes closed, as if in slumber.
It was soaked in amniotic fluid, the laboratory lights penetrating the glass cover, making its tender skin glow translucently.
