"Uh..."
Zhou Mu was taken aback by the words, his brows furrowing slightly as he leaned close to Gu Changsheng, "Does 'mom's egg' mean you want to be a mother now?"
The familiar scent of ambergris hit him, causing a moment of dizziness for Gu Changsheng.
By the time he regained his senses, that handsome face, as if belonging to an Exiled Immortal, was within inches of his own.
Without another thought, Gu Changsheng made a split-second decision, raising his palm in front of his face to block that seductive, sin-inducing visage.
"What do you mean I want to be a mother? You're the one who wants to be a mother! Give my regards to your mother!"
What the hell, although she was already a child's mother, she hadn't physically participated in making that child, nor had she toiled over its birth. At most, she was just reaping the benefits and responsible for feeding the bun!