Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24

Yu Xianqing slowly explained the entire process to Zelan, excluding the part about the system. He detailed how he had utilized Zelan’s resentment, how he had induced the upright Fran, and how he had used public opinion to drive Air to his death.

Zelan’s expression gradually became blank.

“So, all the things you did—including the monitors, you and Qi Lin hugging each other, you colluding with the enemy… it was all a deliberate setup to make me misunderstand?” His voice trembled, baring the snow-white fangs of a predator. “Yu Xianqing!”

Yu Xianqing had expected Zelan to be angry before he spoke. He retreated silently, thinking he could still quibble, but Zelan yanked him back. With a violent jolt, both of them let out a muffled groan simultaneously.

It was too reckless. This move hit the most terrifying spot directly. Even the cub sensed the home invasion anomaly and squirmed restlessly.

“Ugh…” Zelan was drenched in sweat, but his eyes were bright, filled with countless complex emotions.

“Dammit… you are too much…”

The light fell into his eyes, shimmering, as tears slowly welled up. “So everything you did, at the very beginning, was to leave me… You didn’t tell me because you were afraid I’d restrain you. You—you don’t just not care about me, you don’t even care about this cub…”

“I do care.” Yu Xianqing explained. “If I didn’t care, why would I come back?”

Zelan stared at him, flipped over, and pinned Yu Xianqing down.

His massive belly pressed against Yu Xianqing’s body. Yu Xianqing didn’t dare resist, looking up at the other in the posture of the conquered. He had always felt Zelan’s physique was excellent—the lines falling from his neck to his hips possessed a wild aesthetic of explosive power—but that originally lean, powerful waist was now stretched thin, forced into a protruding arc that nurtured life.

The roles of attacker and defender had swapped. Yu Xianqing inadvertently recalled their first meeting; back then, Zelan was dashing and high-above, whereas now his face was covered in tears, his gaze toward Yu Xianqing full of suppression and grievance.

Zelan didn’t speak, he just rubbed him with his belly. Yu Xianqing found the restraint somewhat difficult to bear:

“Zelan?”

“I’m sorry…”

Zelan’s expression suddenly softened, and the voice he let out was trembling and low. Yu Xianqing thought he had misheard.

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry!” Zelan slammed his hands onto Yu Xianqing’s shoulders. Yu Xianqing’s back was pressed firmly against the headboard, he couldn’t move and was forced to look at him.

Facing each other, the beastman seemed to lose all his backbone in an instant, burying his head in Yu Xianqing’s neck. “I shouldn’t have said those things about you before.”

Yu Xianqing suddenly found it very funny. “Yes, you called me a liar, a bad person, and even said you’d break my legs…”

Zelan covered his mouth, on the verge of a breakdown: “Stop talking!”

“Don’t you think you should compensate me for something?”

“What do you want?” Zelan said. “As long as I have it.”

“Oh…” A playful smile danced in Yu Xianqing’s eyes. “Let’s put it on credit for now.”

One look and it was clear he was up to no good.

However, Zelan’s heart felt as though it were boiling, becoming hotter than anywhere else.

Getting up from bed the next morning, Yu Xianqing was almost smothered to death.

He was being held in Zelan’s arms, his face buried in Zelan’s chest, submerged within. Zelan embraced his back, and even in sleep, his strength was immense, refusing to let go as if afraid he would run away.

Yu Xianqing struggled to rescue himself from the embrace. His movements were very light, but Zelan’s brow furrowed, and he woke up immediately.

Just as Yu Xianqing propped up his body, he was snatched by Zelan and dragged back into his arms. The beastman’s voice was low and raspy, pressed against his ear and exceptionally suggestive.

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going, it’s just—” Yu Xianqing’s high bridge of his nose was pressed against Zelan’s. He turned his face away with difficulty, worrying, “Is it my imagination? Why does it seem even bigger after one night?”

At first, Zelan didn’t hear what he said clearly and tightened his hold on the person. After a while, he finally reacted.

He looked down blankly. “…I don’t know.”

In the past, it was indeed hard to endure. Qi Lin had recommended a pump, but back then, Zelan had just lost Yu Xianqing; relieving his desire felt like a form of torture, so he had always endured what he could.

Now, it was different.

Zelan’s leopard ears twitched. He rubbed against him, his ear tips turning deep red, yet he acted as if nothing were wrong. “Want some?”

Pressed together, Yu Xianqing could easily feel the changes in both their bodies.

“Not too frequently.” Yu Xianqing broke free, reciting content from a parenting book. “Regularity is best. Besides, we haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Low blood sugar makes it easier to get dizzy.”

“I won’t get dizzy.” Zelan didn’t want to be apart from Yu Xianqing at all.

Yu Xianqing gave him an extra look, full of deep meaning: “Oh, is that so.”

After he got up to wash, Zelan got out of bed, feeling both dissatisfied and flustered. He suddenly remembered.

Last night… it seemed he really did faint once.

While washing up, Yu Xianqing chatted with netizens on the light screen.

Ever since he met that poster who shared photos of his pregnant wife after years of preparation, Yu Xianqing had become online friends with the person. This poster was not only a veteran with more experience than Yu Xianqing, but supposedly, in real life, he was a university professor teaching nutrition. He was well-read and knew the physical conditions of pregnant beastmen inside out.

“You’re saying your wife has a lot of that?”

The other party replied quickly after hearing his question.

“If I remember correctly, your wife is a mammal, right? Mammal cubs are born in their original form and have a high demand for nutrition. A sudden increase means the birth is imminent.”

Yu Xianqing: “Yes, the due date is next month. Will this have any impact on the body?”

Other party: “A little, perhaps. it means pregnancy hormones are at an extremely high level. Was he stimulated by something? Could it be that you played some new game that caused his hormones to spike?”

Yu Xianqing thought back to yesterday’s situation: “Yes, probably.”

Other party: “Not bad, brother! But it’s not a big problem, you might just have to put in more effort. Sigh, after all, taking care of a pregnant husband… those who know, know [withered]. Remember to take care of your own health. It’s fine to take care of a pregnant husband, but don’t exhaust yourself [pat on shoulder] [fighting].”

Zelan suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. Yu Xianqing immediately closed the light screen and spat out the mouthwash into the mirror.

From then on, no matter where Yu Xianqing went, Zelan followed him like a tail.

Yu Xianqing: “Shouldn’t you have things to do?”

With Air dead, all the burdens fell on Zelan. He had been forcing himself to handle affairs these days and hadn’t given himself a vacation in a long time.

When Yu Xianqing mentioned it, Zelan finally said: “I’ve just handed over all affairs to my subordinates.”

Yu Xianqing nodded: “That’s good… However, could you please stop following me?”

He even insisted on following him to the toilet, like a cat that suspects its owner will disappear the moment they are out of sight. When Yu Xianqing tried to drive him away, Zelan would still peek secretly.

—And what was with the swallowing?

Yu Xianqing zipped up his pants and looked at a crack in the door not far away. A certain pair of blue eyes peeking through the crack turned away in a guilty attempt at concealment, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Yu Xianqing: “…”

He caught a beastman secretly touching himself on the sofa. Meeting the other’s stunned and guilty gaze, he said with a half-smile: “Sneaking around, are you hungry?”

Zelan’s beast ears drooped slightly, and he sounded somewhat self-destructive: “I don’t know why either… I can’t control myself.”

His droopy ears made him look pitiful and dejected.

Yu Xianqing’s heart suddenly softened: “It’s okay, eat if you want to.”

At worst, he’d just eat a bit more of the nutrition from Zelan’s body to make up for it.

Mm, a perfect closed loop.

Regarding Yu Xianqing’s mysterious death and reappearance, the explanation Zelan gave to the public was that it was a military strategy.

As for the specific purpose of this bizarre military strategy, Zelan didn’t say, and no one else dared to ask.

Given that the crimes exposed regarding Air were enough to sentence him to death eighty times over, the public wasn’t particularly repulsed by this. Instead, they felt that the Human Prince was blessed by the heavens and that a kind person deserved a good outcome.

Albert, who knew the truth, scurried around Yu Xianqing, his rabbit eyes red as he muttered: “That was close, our Commander almost lost his wife… ah no, husband, wahhh!”

Qi Lin nodded at Yu Xianqing with a seemingly calm expression.

Not long ago, after his resurrection, Yu Xianqing had found Qi Lin and asked for his help.

The matter of returning from the dead was too bizarre. Qi Lin swallowed a stomach full of shock and questions, allowing Yu Xianqing to stay by his side as an assistant.

He thought it would take a while longer to reunite with Zelan, but when they met again, Yu Xianqing had already regained his status as the Imperial Concubine, nodding to him with perfect poise.

No one cared where the masked small doctor had gone. Perhaps he couldn’t stand the dull atmosphere and got off at a space station halfway through, as if he had never appeared.

The reappearance of the Imperial Concubine sent the entire beastman world into a frenzy once again.

But what surprised them most was Zelan’s immediate announcement that at the next warp destination, Planet Nata, he would hold a grand wedding ceremony to make up for the previous one with the Imperial Concubine.

“Holy shit, what’s going on? Such a bombshell suddenly!”

“The three-year mourning period isn’t over yet, and he’s in such a rush to hold a wedding? Huh?”

“Wait a second, the Imperial Concubine’s death was so sudden, the resurrection is so sudden, and Prince Zelan holding a wedding to make up for it is even more sudden. It’s as if he’s in a hurry to bind the two of them together. I reasonably guess a Human Prince was forced into marriage, and the overbearing Prince Zelan is using ‘forced love’.”

“My mind is suddenly opened!”

“Dammit! The grudge of stealing a wife cannot be settled under the same heaven!”

Setting aside the netizens who were shocked and “eating melons,” Yu Xianqing was taking a bath in the tub when he heard the news. When Qi Lin’s communication came through to inform him, Yu Xianqing’s movements in rinsing the foam slowed for a moment.

“A wedding?” He frowned. “I haven’t heard Zelan mention it yet.”

But in his heart, he had a faint intuition. It was indeed something Zelan would do.

A knock sounded at the door. Yu Xianqing said a few brief words to Qi Lin and hung up.

Before Yu Xianqing could say “Come in.” Zelan pushed the door open and walked in.

Speaking of which, the rule about knocking before entering was something Yu Xianqing had forced upon Zelan. Although Zelan had agreed, he was always somewhat reluctant.

In the middle of the night, Yu Xianqing had once been woken up by Zelan’s sleep-talking, seeing the man drenched in cold sweat saying “don’t leave.” Only after being kissed would he feel better. It seemed he had very little sense of security.

Even when falling asleep after finishing business, Zelan wouldn’t let him leave, saying that this way, he would sense it the moment Yu Xianqing left.

He said it so seriously that if he hadn’t been hurriedly eating while saying it and almost choking, Yu Xianqing might have been moved.

Regarding this matter, he had no good solution for the time being and could only be too lazy to argue.

So, when Zelan walked in, Yu Xianqing knew this bath probably wouldn’t end up clean.

He simply took the pump out of the cabinet and gestured for Zelan to come over. “I’ll help you.”

There was too much. Although Yu Xianqing knew Zelan was excited to see him, that milk volume was truly enough to raise three human cubs. Zelan himself refused to do it, so Yu Xianqing had to help him personally.

Yu Xianqing sighed, “If Your Highness ever falls on hard times in the future, you can still earn money by selling water. Even I’ve gained two pounds.”

His words weren’t really a lie. Yu Xianqing’s weight was stable year-round, so those two pounds seemed particularly conspicuous.

Zelan’s ears twitched. Yu Xianqing’s tone was so gentle that the teasing couldn’t be heard. Having stayed together for so long, he had also developed some thick skin:

“Sure… I’ll use the money from sales to raise you and the cub… fatten you both up…”

The human’s gaze darkened, and Zelan couldn’t help but shiver.

“Your Highness truly loves a joke.” Yu Xianqing opened him up from behind. The water in the bathtub splashed noisily, and sentences became broken and out of tune. The human gently pinched his chin and kissed him: “How could I bear to?”

When they arrived at a space station to replenish energy, Yu Xianqing happened to encounter a poor mother with a low milk supply who was begging, so he gave all the stored nutrition to her child.

Zelan wore the black cloak of his military uniform, with a fierce, fire-red thorny leopard emblem pinned to his chest. He leaned to the side with a cold expression. The mother gave Zelan a cautious look and then whispered her gratitude to Yu Xianqing:

“Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you, Your Highness…”

“You’re welcome. Here are some gifts, it’s not much. The child is still small, so take them to help with household expenses.” Yu Xianqing stroked the child’s thin little face. Deprived of nutrition for too long, the child fed hungrily from the bottle, its large eyes looking at Yu Xianqing brightly.

“Your Highness will surely be a good father in the future.” the poor mother couldn’t help but say.

“I hope so.” Yu Xianqing smiled. “However, the one you truly should thank is Zelan, not me.”

The poor mother looked at Zelan timidly. Just as she was about to give her thanks, Zelan frowned and said with apparent impatience: “No need. Let’s go.”

That last sentence was addressed to Yu Xianqing.

Yu Xianqing said his goodbyes to the two of them and was then pulled away by Zelan.

As they got further away, he suddenly heard the mother shout: “Thank you to both Your Highnesses! Happy wedding…”

The faint cry vanished in the wind. Yu Xianqing turned his head to look. Zelan’s lips were pursed, and the patch of skin behind his human ears was blood-red.

Yu Xianqing’s mischievous mood rose again. “Your Highness truly is a future Emperor, you love your people like your own children…”

“…Stop talking.” Zelan pinched his wrist and looked at him fiercely, though his body was trembling with shame. “If you say one more word… one more word, I’ll…”

Seeing that he was truly about to be teased into tears, Yu Xianqing stopped and comforted him: “I was wrong. Your Highness, punish me.”

Only then did Zelan feel a bit better. The heat on his face hadn’t dissipated as he gritted his teeth and said: “Punish you to drink it all, not leaving a single drop.”

Yu Xianqing: “…”

He said tactfully: “It’s just right for a cub. For an adult like me, it might be a bit too bland.”

Zelan remembered that Yu Xianqing had indeed said he liked sweet flavors.

“…Heh.”

Zelan said nothing more and strode forward.

Zelan didn’t proactively mention the wedding to Yu Xianqing. He only occasionally asked indirect questions about what color of ceremonial robes he liked or what flavor of candy he wanted.

Yu Xianqing cooperated with him, pretending he didn’t know anything while giving his answers.

He didn’t have any so-called romantic fantasies about a wedding, but since Zelan was rarely putting on such a serious and prepared front before him, Yu Xianqing naturally began to look forward to it.

After waking up from his fake death, Yu Xianqing was saved by a simple farming family and lived as a fugitive in the Mother River region for a while.

He saw the difficult lives of ordinary people he had rarely seen before, ate the unswallowable grey cakes he had never tasted, yet also glimpsed from their simple and rustic lives a few simple joys he had never known.

There was a blind and lame witch in the local area who sat at a crossroad year-round. When Yu Xianqing passed by her, he was grabbed by his pant leg.

He thought she wanted to beg, but she said: “You don’t look like someone from here.”

Yu Xianqing: “I’m indeed not.”

The witch shook her head: “You shouldn’t stay here. You don’t originally belong here.”

Only then did Yu Xianqing realize she had seen through something.

The God’s mission was nearly complete. According to 005’s words, he only needed to wait for Zelan to go into labor and give birth to the cub. Then Yu Xianqing would be able to choose a satisfying world and a satisfying life among the vast multiverse to live out the rest of his lifespan.

Of course, he could also choose to stay.

After waking up, Yu Xianqing had been very lost for a while. He waited for the date of Zelan’s delivery, but questions kept surfacing in his mind.

Did he really want to leave?

Did he really want to leave?

The witch also asked a similar question. She felt around and gave Yu Xianqing the only copper coin she had begged for that day.

“I don’t want it.” Yu Xianqing handed it back to her.

“Take it. This is my gift to the Son of God.” the witch murmured. “Since the bonds have been formed, you can never leave. The Gods watch over our land and will leave the Son of God behind here.”

“I don’t understand.” Yu Xianqing said. “What do you mean?”

The witch said: “You have love in your heart. Love is like the Mother River flowing across the land, nourishing life and giving birth to civilization…”

Yu Xianqing stood there for a long time. Finally, he clutched the copper coin in his palm and turned to leave.

He used this copper coin to buy a ticket to cross the river and arrived, travel-worn, just before Zelan’s starship departed.

The moment he saw Zelan and the cub from a distance, all the clouds that had tangled into a mist over the past few days suddenly dissipated.

When the starship reached Planet Nata, Zelan pulled out the ceremonial robes he had prepared long ago.

Yu Xianqing feigned surprise, “Your Highness, this is…”

“Stop acting.” Zelan unceremoniously stuffed the items into his hands. “The itinerary is paused today. We’re going to get married.”

The human’s wedding attire was a sacred white, made according to the highest noble specifications from thousands of shimmering bird feathers. It was exceptionally magnificent, with a Thorny Leopard brooch unique to the Leopard Clan pinned to the chest.

Zelan pulled Yu Xianqing over, took a comb, and followed the soft black hair to put it into a bun, gently pinning the hairpin in place.

“In the past, we only registered our marriage. We didn’t have a wedding to prove our relationship.” Zelan said. “I know it’s sudden, but I can’t wait. Yu Xianqing, I want everyone to know that you are mine.”

Yu Xianqing’s gaze was gentle and inclusive. Zelan’s originally anxious heart slowly steadied. He turned his head, coughed, and said with some embarrassment:

“I am yours, too.”

Yu Xianqing smiled and placed a feather-light kiss on his face.

Zelan was dazed for a moment. His heart felt itchy, and an unmentionable substance flowed out below. He almost wanted to immediately pounce on the person and rub against him.

He forced himself to ask: “…Before the formal vows at the wedding, you need a formal Imperial name for entry into the Hyluorthos Imperial family tree. What name do you want to give yourself?”

“I’m not an Imperial person, so I’m not very good at it.” Yu Xianqing tilted his head. “Your Highness, name me.”

Zelan paused, then said: “Yanal-Klo Hyluorthos. How is that?”

It sounded a bit familiar.

Yu Xianqing subconsciously recited it, “Yanal?”

“…Mm.” Zelan didn’t look at him, speaking in a nonchalant tone, “In the Planet Nightingale language system, Yanal means… the person one likes.”

He didn’t tell Yu Xianqing that Planet Nightingale clansmen would only say this word to their parents, their cubs, and the lover they had agreed to love in the next life.

“Sure.” Yu Xianqing said. “I like it very much.”

Zelan’s belly was too large, so the custom robes had to be specially widened. The arriving guests could tell at a glance that it wasn’t a tumor in his belly, but a cub.

But Zelan was determined to bind Yu Xianqing to his side early. He no longer cared that the entire world saw him carrying a child for a human. Under the gaze of the crowd, he held the human Imperial Concubine’s hand and stepped onto the ceremonial stage.

The priest sang the words: “The stars, the land, the Son of the God of Love, the ancient sun and moon of ancient humans. We are here to witness two people in love, Zelan Hyluorthos and his beloved human Yu Xianqing, who shall complete the ceremony again today.”

Thunderous applause broke out as Zelan and Yu Xianqing placed the rings on each other’s fingers and then embraced in a kiss.

The camera faithfully recorded this scene, broadcasting the moment to the entire world.

On that day, the pure white flower dream of countless people regarding the Human Prince was shattered.

And the originally arrogant and difficult-to-get-along-with Prince Zelan, who was holding a forced love wedding while about to give birth, suddenly became respected and admired.

There were no social obligations at the wedding. Once the ceremony was over, the blessings were said, and the cake was eaten, Zelan drove everyone away.

The massive villa was brightly lit. Yu Xianqing changed out of his cumbersome ceremonial robes in the dressing room and walked into their bridal chamber.

The large bed was covered in countless vibrant rose petals. The room was filled with the scent of jasmine, mixed with the sweet fragrance of cream cake.

Prince Zelan, who had been domineering when driving away the guests, was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his face flushed and carrying an undetectable nervousness.

Yu Xianqing was stunned for a moment when he saw him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and he stepped forward.

Zelan propped his hands behind him, his narrow waist arching his pregnant body like a sacrifice. The cream from the cake that hadn’t been finished in the front hall was now emitting a sweet scent, having been smeared onto his body.

“Your Highness.” Yu Xianqing looked down at him. “What is the meaning of this?”

Yu Xianqing’s eyes were as dark as ink, showing no obvious emotion under the light. His tone was gentle as always, yet it made one afraid to look directly at him.

Zelan: “Just now… outside, I saw that you didn’t seem to eat much.”

Yu Xianqing looked down and scanned his body. Cream was also smeared on his smooth belly, and he even had a bright, dripping strawberry perched on top.

“Is this a wedding gift?” Yu Xianqing asked softly.

“You could say that. Don’t humans have some tradition for the wedding night about eating things, like peanuts?”

Speaking of this, Zelan frowned slightly, somewhat disdainfully: “What’s so good about nuts? They hurt your teeth.”

Zelan reasonably guessed that since food was to be eaten on the wedding night, it would be better to eat something good.

For instance, cream cake, sweet strawberries, or… him.

Zelan’s body was an even and healthy honey-color. The few places with different colors had all been smeared with snow-white cream by him.

Yu Xianqing felt that he was truly hungry.

He always ate slowly and deliberately, and this was no exception. The human didn’t have sharp fangs, but he was by no means a blunt instrument.

Zelan gradually realized what a stupid thing he had done. Once he fed him too much, Yu Xianqing only cared about eating and couldn’t look after him.

Zelan was going crazy. It was with great difficulty that Yu Xianqing finished feeding. Before Zelan could rejoice, he heard the human suddenly command in an undeniable tone: “Turn your back to me.”

“What?”

He was unwilling, so Yu Xianqing sighed and turned to leave.

Zelan instantly grabbed him: “No!”

“Don’t go—”

He had little strength left after being eaten, so he turned around and knelt on the bed.

When Yu Xianqing entered, Zelan subconsciously cradled his own belly.

He gently kissed the back of Zelan’s ear: “Thank you for the hospitality, Your Highness. It was delicious, I love eating it.”

Zelan almost couldn’t stay kneeling. To avoid compressing his abdomen, his back arched high. He shed tears of fear because he couldn’t see Yu Xianqing.

“No,” he sobbed. “I still have a gift for you…”

He was still thinking about a gift at a time like this?

Yu Xianqing paused, managed to suppress his wicked thoughts, and flipped him over.

Zelan reached out and took him into his arms.

Yu Xianqing was puzzled.

“What is it?”

Zelan pressed his head down. “You haven’t finished eating yet.”

Yu Xianqing had a flash of inspiration and looked down, becoming stunned immediately.

He licked his lips and said uncertainly: “This is…”

“You like sweet things.” Zelan’s nose was red as he asked stubbornly: “Is it not sweet?”

Yu Xianqing was simply incredulous: “How did you do it?”

Zelan’s somewhat proud gaze shifted away instantly. Yu Xianqing tilted his chin, and Zelan had to admit: “I injected something. There are no side effects.”

Yu Xianqing was so angry he laughed: “…You…”

“You blame me?” Zelan’s eyes widened, his voice harsh but inwardly weak: “Do you want to scold me?”

Yu Xianqing was a bit angry at him for not cherishing his body, but his emotions subsided when he touched his abdomen.

Forget it.

He’d settle the score later.

On the day Zelan gave birth, Yu Xianqing wore sterile clothes to accompany him, nervously holding his hand.

Zelan hadn’t reacted yet, but fine sweat had broken out on Yu Xianqing’s nose. He instructed, “Remember to relax.”

The beastman gave a hum. Seeing him like this, he said in confusion: “It’s just a cub, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

Beastmen had strong constitutions, and their delivery method was mostly a natural birth in their original form.

Zelan turned into a massive leopard and lay on the operating table. Yu Xianqing rubbed his furry chin. Zelan rubbed against him lazily, leaning into his arms.

Although he spoke very lightly, when the labor started, Zelan’s limbs were still incredibly stiff. The massive beast head leaned in Yu Xianqing’s arms, his ears twitching.

The medical staff present couldn’t tell if it was their imagination, but they felt they could hear the majestic leopard letting out cat-like “meow meows” toward the beautiful human.

The Imperial Concubine kissed the leopard’s furry head, held him tighter, and asked with some panic: “Is it out?”

Qi Lin looked straight ahead as the little leopard’s head slid out without any hindrance. He turned to meet Zelan’s slightly warning beast pupils, paused for a moment, and said seriously: “It might be a bit difficult.”

The silver-white leopard instantly let out a “woof,” his ears flattening in grievance. He was hugged and rubbed by the pained human.

Yu Xianqing asked softly: “Does it hurt?”

Zelan rubbed against his chin and let out weak “meow meows.”

Qi Lin and the medical staff looked pensively at the little thing whose head was already entirely exposed. They felt they would be silenced by Zelan afterward.

Yu Xianqing was so busy looking after Zelan that he slowly realized something seemed wrong. “Am I hearing a strange sound?”

“Yawn…”

Yu Xianqing looked around: “Who’s yawning?”

“Ow ow…”

Yu Xianqing: “…Who’s ‘ow-owing’ again?”

Zelan’s large leopard head remained stiff and unmoving in his arms. It hurt a bit, but after the injections in advance, it wasn’t much. He only felt that the warm scent on the human’s body was making him drowsy, so he wasn’t even clear on when his belly had become completely empty.

Yu Xianqing looked suspiciously at his abdomen, seeing Qi Lin slowly lift out a black little leopard that was yawning out of boredom: “It’s probably him.”

It was very sudden.

Before Yu Xianqing could look over, Zelan closed his eyes, tilted his head, and began to play dead.