Don't be rejected on your wedding day
Xi Zirui barely has any reaction to Ni Ni's words, his brain having trouble making sense of what 'carrying someone's children' entails for him.
He feels a sudden urge to lower his hands down to his crotch and check if everything is still where it's supposed to be, but the presence of three women makes him feel self-conscious.
Those three women, however, take advantage of his disorientation to push him down into a cushion in front of a low vanity.
Bai Mi picks at his lank strands of his hair with a grimace. "He doesn't look like much."
His reflection is familiar, the same humid eyes, prone to growing red-rimmed, the same beauty mark under his left eye, the same full upper lip.
The sole glaring difference are the stubby light orange jade horns springing up from his forehead, close to his hairline.