"William, is this what you meant by [Adaptation]?"
"Yeah~ I wouldn't actually bring you guys to eat something that surpasses physiological limits. If I told you right away that you'd have to peek at Aunt Mei, it would plant a root of voyeurism in your thoughts.
Going to peek at Aunt Mei's house with such thoughts could get you discovered.
Here we can appreciate Aunt Mei's cooking; after watching for a few hours, you'll be fundamentally adapted. Then we'll pay her a visit."
Lene vomited continuously for ten minutes, then retracted the scattered goat fetuses on the ground back into her abdomen through the birth opening, and looked again at the perspective provided by Little Grape.
"What kind of fetus is that... it has no breath of new life, only rot and decay. I've never seen anything like it. Even a stillborn shouldn't be like this; a fetus should always accompany new life. Why is this happening?"
