However, Ignatius shook his head and smiled reassuringly. "No, it's not defective. The intensity of the color represents the depth of love and the strength of the bond. The richer the color, the stronger the child that will be conceived."
"Oh, then it's a good thing!" Shen Xinghui said, exhaling in relief.
Shen Xinghui then picked up the pill and placed it in his mouth.
It wasn't too large, so swallowing it wasn't difficult.
Without hesitation, he gulped it down.
He wondered if he would feel any changes.
Come to think of it, Ignatius hadn't explained much about the process.
And now that he thought about it, wasn't it a little scary?
This pill could make a male body capable of pregnancy.
Would it hurt?
Would there be strange side effects?
His heart raced as he contemplated the possibilities.
Gradually, though, he became aware of a warmth spreading through his lower abdomen.
It wasn't an unpleasant heat—intense, but comforting, almost like a gentle glow from within.
