Then he watched as that little hand seemed to lose patience and simply snapped off the piece of shell blocking it.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
There really was no need to be quite so direct and rough.
At last, the shell fell away completely and the baby inside struggled a little before finally crawling out.
Perhaps because the child carried half human blood, his lower body was not a fish tail, and he looked no different from an eight-month-old human infant.
His body was smooth and bare, like a freshly peeled boiled egg.
Rong Xingyu's gaze swept over him casually. "Mm… a boy."
Ding Yixin: "…"
He was still very small and his features had not yet fully developed.
But even now, one could already see traces of Rong Xingyu and Ding Yixin in the baby's face.
For example, the baby's nose resembled Rong Xingyu's. It was small, with a slightly upturned tip, delicate and refined.
His mouth, however, looked very much like Ding Yixin's.
