The merman, my man novel Chapter 210

My heart was pounding as my breathing turned ragged, but I worked hard to calm myself. “Hey, Dicken—why don’t we talk about it? I want to know what I mean to you… Am I just a container for your genes to propagate your bloodline?“

My heart clenched unwittingly even as I said those words, as if I was forcing myself to face a cruel truth. The smile was gone from Dicken’s face too, and he took a long look at my eyes, as if seriously considering the question.

Dicken had been the king of the merfolk for a long time, and had lived through countless battles and slaughters in his long life. Still, I didn’t think that such a simple question would stump him.

Sentiment, love, bonds —those were all emotions unique to humans, but would merfolk be able to feel the same as humans?

Even if I had been with him before, I cannot use the rationale of a biologist to decide on such cross- species relationships. Moreover, my EQ was not at all high and I used to be a nerd who only knew about her own research, having no experience in love and unable to make heads or tails of relationship matters.

I simply had no idea whether Dicken’s desire for me was an instinct to continue his bloodline, or to put it in another way—would he find it acceptable if it wasn’t me?

And did Dicken even understand my question? Or did he perhaps find that he was under no obligation to answer the question of a childish, insignificant progeny?

Naturally, I wished for an answer for him, and had been apprehensive —even insecure over it, and my heart felt as if I was walking a tightrope. Without knowing it, tears were welling in my eyes, and it took me so much effort to raise my gaze to stare fixedly at him, waiting nervously for his response.