"Son or daughter..." Enen's eyes softened. "I never thought about it."
Yet it was as if he absolutely needed to know an answer, his eyebrows knitting together again as he pressed, "You have to think about it. Do you want a son or a daughter?"
"Why do I have to choose one?" It wasn't like betting big or small, with a prize for guessing right.
Beijue simply couldn't calm down whenever he thought about what he had seen that evening, especially when facing this question. It was like a drowning man desperately grasping for a straw! Right now, Enen was that straw!
"There's no reason, just choose one."
Unable to argue with him, Enen thought he was just being stubborn again. After thinking it over, she said, "If I have to choose, then a daughter."
Beijue's eyebrows suddenly pinched together, his falcon-like eyes becoming darker and more brooding. He stared at her with such force it was as if she had committed a grave offence, "You don't like sons?"
