C317 Fecundity

"Hehe... You got it right!" Du Shaomu looked at Du Xiaogui with a pleased expression.

"No, no, I'm too frail and sickly, constantly needing to urinate, and I'm anemic to boot. I just can't do it." Du Xiaogui huddled, his head drawn in, looking the very picture of illness, as if giving his blood was akin to surrendering his life.

"Cut the act. To use your blood would be an honor for you