Jiang Zhongxing sat down with a dark face, "Last time you took my pulse, you said I was healthy, but I want to know where the problem really lies." He pressed his hand down, "Sit down and speak, it's fine, no matter what, just say it."
Yun Jiao said, "I suddenly thought of something today—it's a substance that, when consumed for a long period, doesn't harm the body in other ways but can kill sperm, leading to infertility."
Upon hearing this word, the couple had some guesses, after all, it sounds very similar to 'semen'.
But seeing Yun Jiao's calm expression, they became unsure.
If it really were the case, a young lady would surely be shy to speak about it, right?
Moreover, they didn't quite understand the meaning of 'kill' in this context; that thing couldn't possibly be alive, could it?
The couple looked at Yun Jiao and asked in unison, "What is sperm?"
