"Missing a wife?"
In the valley where the slumbering behemoths resided, Ye Hanjun was first taken aback and then, cupping his chin, his brain went into overdrive.
A wife...can that be considered a supply?
And...thanks to your ancestors for eight generations, why does this sound like swearing?
"This is a very tricky issue!"
All serious now, GuaGua's tiny face tensed up, expressing deep sympathy:
"Poor tadpoles, they are indeed pitiful."
"They've never encountered a female in their lifetime, always remaining bachelors."
"Nonsense!"
The fifth behemoth was displeased, "When we were kids, we had a mother too!"
"It's just that when we got a bit older, she accidentally passed away, and we were the ones who buried her!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
The third behemoth, with the worst temper, seemed to carry residual sleepiness, its brow furrowed in displeasure:
"At that time, she was pregnant. Had she survived, the next one born might have been a sister."
