"You're giving me a fertility assessment? Haha, then assess this, what's my current heart rate? And calculate how much my adrenaline surged when I saw him crying? Can you figure these out?"
The system was stunned silent by her barrage of questions.
After a few seconds, it stammered a reply.
"I-is that really possible? Are you sure this isn't a mistake caused by emotional fluctuations?"
"Is that really what you think? Fine, I'll update the data and keep an eye out for suitable ones for you from now on."
Selene Kane rolled her eyes; this guy really doesn't get jokes.
She let out a light hum, her eyes slightly narrowing.
Weren't we just joking a moment ago? Why so serious all of a sudden?
Does he really think she'll just settle for any handsome-looking Beast Husband?
But she didn't bother to break it down for him, too lazy to explain.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, just another good-looking Beast Husband.
Kids have to be born one by one, there's no rush, take it slow.
