Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 401: Baby Producing Factory?

Wang Xiao, accustomed to the fantastical whims of children—he had more than a handful of his own—couldn't help but smile at her audacity.

"It's not entirely impossible, but that depends on your mother," he said, reaching out to gently pinch her cheek, marveling at its softness.

"Hm! Mommy is the most beautiful!" Zhenxi asserted stoutly, pouting as she gently set the dragon cubs down and rubbed the spot where Wang Xiao had pinched, her face a portrait of solemn dignity.

Wang Xiao observed her, his amusement mingled with wonder.

How could this blind girl hold such firm convictions about her mother's beauty?

She could not even see.

Yet, he thought, if the 'product' was this delightful and pure, surely the 'factory' must be equally wondrous.

"So... Will you be Zi'er's daddy?" Zhenxi's question, imbued with both hope and a trembling nervousness, floated gently towards Wang Xiao.

Her eyes, wide and earnest, were pools of anticipation as they sought his face, seeking an answer.

At that precise moment, the quiet intimacy of their exchange was pierced by a sharp knock.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Wang Xiao's expression shifted subtly, a slight crease forming between his brows as he turned toward the sound.

Through the restaurant's glass wall, a silhouette loomed, tapping lightly yet insistently on the glass.

"Huh?" Zhenxi, too, pivoted toward the noise, her delicate face clouded with confusion.

Her small hands paused in mid-air, her body tensing as she tried to make sense of the disturbance.

As Wang Xiao prepared to rise and address the unexpected visitor, a small hand tugged gently at his clothes.

He paused, turning back to see Zhenxi's tentative grasp, her face marked with a quiet plea for reassurance.

With a soft, understanding smile, Wang Xiao leaned down, his face coming close to hers, their cheeks brushing lightly.

The intimate gesture drew a delightful giggle from Zhenxi.

"It's ticklish!" she exclaimed, her laughter like the clear chime of a small bell.

Wang Xiao's smile widened, and he planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Stay here. I'll be back in just a moment," he murmured.

"Promise?" Zhenxi's voice was small, filled with the hope that he would indeed return.

"Promise," Wang Xiao affirmed.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, her fingers sliding off his clothing as he stood.

As he walked towards the door, he cast a glance back.

This time, with the doors securely locked, he had no concerns about her wandering off.

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Outside, a woman stood bathed in the soft morning light, her light blonde hair cascading like sunlit threads.

She was cloaked in a thin yellow overcoat, which fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze, paired elegantly with white leggings that outlined her graceful figure.

Her hands were slender, her skin as smooth as jade, and her eyes, soft and deep, held the tranquility of still waters.

She exuded an air of serene patience.

Wang Xiao, upon seeing her, might have been captivated by her celestial beauty had he not known her well.

He eyed her with a mixture of amusement and resignation. "Which one is this?" he inquired, his gaze subtly drifting to her abdomen, a wry expression forming on his face.

"Eleventh," Eveline replied, her lips a delicate shade of pink, barely moving as she spoke.

Her voice was like a gentle murmur, almost lost in the breeze.

Wang Xiao's response was a dry chuckle, the sound carrying a mix of admiration and b amusement. "You really are a baby-producing factory," he remarked lightly, though his heart was heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Eveline's smile remained unchanging, a serene mask that hid the sharp intellect behind it.

Their exchange was playful on the surface, yet beneath lay a sea of complex emotions and strategic thoughts.

As Wang Xiao reached out to touch her face, his fingers tracing the smoothness that reminded him of polished jade, he pondered their tangled history.

Despite countless shared moments, Eveline's stubborn nature had never wavered.

She still harbored the hope that the sight of so many children might one day dissuade him from returning to her.

Yet, Wang Xiao, as stubborn as she, knew better.

If she believed this tactic would work, she was mistaken.

He had ensured she was well cared for, with a separate mansion in Xianthera, recognizing her unique ability to nurture their children.

These children, raised under her watchful eye, possessed values that seemed elevated, almost divine—reflecting not just her teachings but the inherent virtues she held, which drew him back, time and again, despite everything.

"I didn't know you had a thing for lolis..." Eveline remarked, turning her head to glance at the little girl perched on the chair. "Even if you wish to devour her raw, there are physical limitations... unless you intend to—huh?"

Her words halted midway as Wang Xiao pinched her cheeks between his fingers. "You truly have the heart of a venomous serpent. When did I ever say she was to be eaten?"

"It's... not?" Eveline's voice was muffled, her lips puckered. With a face as radiant as a celestial maiden, she felt deeply aggrieved by his rough treatment, yet she couldn't control her own provocative words, which seemed to invite calamity.

Wang Xiao's glare lingered on her for a moment before shifting to her waist.

Though covered by a yellow overcoat, her sexy shape was still evident, a dangerous temptation to any man's eyes.

Such a perfect figure, sculpted as if by the hands of a deity.

Whenever Wang Xiao glanced at her cold, enchanting face, a sadistic urge welled up within him, like a storm brewing in his heart.

Seeing her glistening pink lips, delicate as a newborn rose, he felt an overwhelming desire to claim them.

Not to mention, she was provoking him without reason, stoking the fires of his ire.

He had to return the favor.

Physical beatings had grown tiresome to Wang Xiao. To him, showing her place through more subtle means was far more satisfying.

He truly wondered where Aurora had found such a masterpiece.

"..."

Seeing his intense gaze, Eveline remained silent, though, raged behind her tranquil eyes.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Her chest shuddered inwardly, the rhythm of her heartbeat betraying her nervousness.