As Chou Rong listened to his Mother's earnest words, a blurry figure suddenly flickered in his deep eyes.
The figure had grown so blurry in his memory that, unless he made an effort to recall her, he could barely remember what she looked like.
But he remembered every detail of their physical intimacy with perfect clarity.
Just like that, she had given birth to his four healthy and lively tiger cubs behind his back.
At the thought of his cubs, Chou Rong's gaze softened.
Even though Holy Females were not bound by the common rules of the Beast World, a male they chose—whether he was already mated or not—still had the right to choose again.
But he didn't want his cubs to have to call a stranger their Mother.
The Holy Female would have many cubs in the future. In an environment like that, his cubs, not being her own, might grow confused. They could develop false hope, only to be disappointed.
That would be detrimental to the tiger cubs' development.
