"Xiao'er." Xiao Xiao turned toward Ling Yun's clone. "I—"
"There's no need." Having been together since Ling Yun was born, Xiao Xiao was familiar with his character and could easily guess what he wanted to say. "Husband, I made this decision on my own initiative, so I don't feel forced or pressured at all. Even though the fetus in my womb is not my child, it will be my mother and your child, and I am happy to carry it."
Ling Yun took her hand and kissed the back of her palm. "What if I get you pregnant after the child is born?"
"Huh?" Xiao Xiao blinked repeatedly. "If you do that, my cultivation will fall far behind my sisters, and I won't be able to accompany you into the abyss."
"Not really." Ling Yun shook his head. "Even if you're pregnant, we can still dual cultivate, right? Even if we can't do it as intensely as usual, it will still be useful for you."
