But Ethan Xiao still did not let down his guard. His intuition told him that this man was absolutely different from everyone he had ever met. But what exactly was the difference?
The man smiled and turned his head as if to see Ethan Xiao more clearly. His fingers touched his short black hair, and the ends of the hair brushed across his knuckles. At that moment, it was as if countless wings flapped and flew over Ethan Xiao's heart.
"You are a pure-blooded Asian. Less than one in ten thousand humans share your bloodline. After all, after more than two hundred years of living and multiplying in a small space, humans are no longer so obsessed with bloodline."
Although Ethan Xiao did not retreat, he felt a faint sense of oppression.
"I really want to have a child with pure blood like you."
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