Chapter 221 Chapter 221
Sang Luo had some suspicion that what she was participating in was actually an infinite horror romance show - nightmares for days on end, a headless man, and strange birds on rainy nights.
Anyway, nothing good will happen.
Well, a wet dream only halfway through doesn’t count.
It was this bird that scared me unconscious in the afternoon, but now I am sleeping peacefully in the room. I can faintly hear the sound of playfulness coming from the living room. After seeing me, this strange bird did not make any more strange moves, but just kept knocking on the window.
Eliminating all impossibilities, then it should be...
Sang Luo walked to the window and stared at the strange bird through the glass.
He still didn't dare to open the window, so he just knocked on it and asked, "Are you an orc?"
The strange bird has a human head and an eagle's body, and its face is very beautiful. Although such a combination is not as easy to accept as that of a centaur, it should be an intelligent creature after all.
Sure enough, the strange bird shook its head.
When the Siren left the park in the afternoon and circled in the sky, he realized that he might have scared his wife.
Now, he no longer had the heart to cause trouble with Naga, and hurried back home. He packed up some local specialties from home and planned to give them to his wife.
There was a storm on the way, but the Siren carefully protected the gift and did not let it be damaged at all.
"This is a gift, I hope you can accept it." After leaving this sentence, he flapped his wings and flew away.
Just at this moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and Sang Luo saw that the strange bird had really flown very far away, and a fruit basket was left on the windowsill.
It can’t be called a fruit basket. In short, it is a bamboo basket that can be seen everywhere, covered with a piece of cloth.
What did that strange bird just say? Through the glass, Sang Luo couldn't hear clearly, but she knew that he seemed to really call her "wife".
You know what, his voice is really nice, and he sang very nicely in the afternoon. Is he an orc?
After waiting for another two minutes and making sure that there was no other noise outside the window except the rain, Sang Luo carefully opened the window and brought in the fruit basket.
There was an awning, and the fruit basket was placed on the windowsill, but it didn't get wet at all. Did that strange bird wait outside for a long time?
Sang Luo wiped her face with a wet towel and planned to take the fruit basket to the living room and open it with the other guests to prevent any strange things from being inside.
It’s safer with the production crew watching.
So, why did he call me Madam? When did I get exposed? Sang Luo was completely baffled.
When Sang Luo came out, the love letter guessing game had not officially started yet. Everyone was still raising their hands to ask questions, and the atmosphere was harmonious, like a gathering of friends.
Sang Luo, wearing home clothes, walked over naturally and joined in - he thought he was being natural, but in fact everyone was staring at him.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Sang Luo asked puzzledly.
He sat next to Garcia, also on the soft carpet and among the pillows. Everyone was very close together, even Keos had crouched down. This was the first time Sang Luo had seen what a horse looked like lying down. Well, how should I put it? It was still very tall, with its upper body erect, the same height as an ordinary person standing up.
The others were relatively normal, even Naga sat with her tail coiled, spraying water on her tail from time to time with a small spray bottle.
No one responded. Sang Luo hesitated for a moment and found that everyone, including the host Bai Su, seemed to be looking at the basket in his hand rather than him.
It just so happened that Sang Luo was just about to study with everyone what was in the basket sent by the strange bird.
But before he could move, Garcia pulled away the red cloth covering it.
A basket of pale pink, plain eggs caught everyone's eye.
Garcia gasped: "You...you just finished your confinement?"
If you feel unwell, you need to rest, red eggs, and red cloth - isn't this the standard for confinement?
These customs were told to him by Sang Luo when he took him to the countryside to play.
The young foreigner Garcia had been assimilated into Chinese culture too thoroughly, and his thinking was rather divergent. He had forgotten that his good friend couldn't even have a baby, let alone have confinement. He held Sang Luo's hand tightly.
Roaring, “Have you been in confinement for a month?”
Sang Luo: “…”
Is it possible that the red egg is because the red cloth has faded?
Before he could explain, those who knew a little more, such as Keos, Bai Su, Mei Yang, etc., all laughed out loud.
Bai Su was about to cry.
As the only half-human race in the fantasy species with females and the only one who understands this joke, Mr. Markos smiled and explained to everyone what red eggs and confinement are.
"...The purpose of postpartum confinement is to allow the mother to get adequate rest and good care, and the red eggs are a beautiful blessing." Keos said, "Because my father thinks it is a good tradition, female centaurs have also been practicing postpartum confinement in recent years."
Everyone understood.
For a moment, the look in his eyes when he looked at Sang Luo became more subtle - before, it was because he guessed that something had happened between him and the Sandman, and he was amazed that he could still show up.
Now, it is even more confirmed that they are having an affair.
Sang Luo was speechless: "I'm not an omega - I don't mean to say that omega is bad, it's just that I don't have that superpower - how can I observe the confinement period? Garcia, don't be too outrageous."
As he said that, he pinched Garcia's waist.
The two of them got into a fight.
Mei Yang poked Melida: "Is this the egg that the Siren gave me this afternoon?"
Although the colors are slightly different, the sizes are similar.
Mei Yang remembered that this kind of egg was really fresh and sweet, but the eggshell was very hard. In the afternoon, Melida hit him on the forehead and it hurt.
"Yes," said Melada, "they are cuckoo eggs."
Naga heard this and immediately shouted, "What? What Siren? And is this a Cuckoo's egg? Has anyone seen my damn brother?"
As he spoke, he looked over, picked up an egg and examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed a cuckoo's egg.
His brother Siren has also come ashore!
All kinds of emotions surged in Naga's heart, and at this moment she had only one thought - she must not let the Siren see the prince!
It would be best if the prince didn't see the Siren.
After all, Naga had to admit that in terms of appearance alone, his brother was a little more beautiful and graceful than him.
But why did the Siren give the Cuckoo's eggs to Sangluo?
Naga began to look at this person whom he had never paid much attention to.
Naga had a clear goal from the beginning. He didn't pay attention to anyone except his prince Vespera. He looked at Sang Luo a few more times, but didn't see anything special.
I couldn't figure it out, so I decided to give up.
He put the eggs back into the basket and looked back from one end of the carpet to the other, leaning weakly in Vespella's arms.
She said, "Yes, that egg is very good for your health and is very suitable for eating during confinement. Prince, would you like to try it?"
How should Vespera respond to this?
Mei Yang just said that it was delicious and it was the best egg he had ever eaten.
Everyone is curious. In fact, everyone wants to try it, but it’s not because they are greedy or anything, but simply because they want to try something new.
Even Sang Luo said that there were so many eggs and everyone could try eating them together.
But it’s a bit strange that Naga insisted on bringing up the postpartum confinement issue.
And he was leaning weakly in Vesperia's arms. From the casual conversation just now, everyone knew that Naga had a brother who looked like a bird.
But Naga, you are a snake. It’s not appropriate for you to be so big and dependent on others, right?
Vesperia felt that any answer she gave would be strange.
It was his friends who helped him out.
Samuel chuckled, stood up, and said, "How about this, Sang Luo, if you don't mind, I'll use these eggs to make some desserts, and then we can share them and have a taste?"
Sang Luo nodded vigorously: "Okay, thank you for your help."
There are a lot of eggs, a full basket. It would be nice to have someone to help me deal with them, and it would also allow me to avoid the tedious issue of confinement.
So Samuel went with the basket, and Arnold followed happily to help.
The rest of the people continued chatting about the previous topic.
Sang Luo described Siren's appearance to those who had not seen her yet, because Siren's brother was there, and although it seemed that the brothers did not have a good relationship, for the sake of caution, Sang Luo's description was very objective and without any slander.
He focused on the strange bird that emerged from the thick fog and the incident of opening his eyes on a rainy night and seeing a bird lying on the window.
Sang Luo’s job as a midnight male anchor is actually very serious. He tells ghost stories to some night train drivers. He is very knowledgeable about folk culture and is particularly good at creating an atmosphere.
With the help of Siren, he made up a ghost story on the spur of the moment. Bai Su wanted to remember about the game, but Sang Luo was so good at creating an atmosphere that everyone was very involved. The director also asked him to continue.
So when the two people in the kitchen came out with the double skin milk, the noise really scared everyone.
It also happened to be the climax.
There was thunderous applause—it was Hart and Naga.
Because everyone else hasn't recovered yet.
Hart genuinely enjoys interesting stories, while Naga is wondering why this guest's writing style is so familiar. Anyway, let's support them first.
After dessert, it was already late.
The delicious double skin milk received unanimous praise, and the cuckoo eggs were indeed delicious.
Mianmian yawned slightly. He was an omega and everyone took the best care of him. Bai Su quickly urged him to go to bed.
"Aren't you going to play the love letter guessing game anymore?" Mianmian asked, very obediently.
"Let's play tomorrow. It's time to go to bed, good boy," said Samuel.
A cute little omega like Mianmian can make anyone who sees him feel a little maternal love, including the god Pan, whose attitude towards him is gentler and less arrogant than towards others.
Samuel is the oldest among the human guests, so I subconsciously take better care of him.
Mianmian said "oh" and obediently carried his cat Maolong back to his room to sleep.
The other guests also returned to their rooms - of course, some of the braver ones probably had other plans for tonight.
For example, there was a certain nerd kid who just watched everyone go back to their rooms and sat on the sofa without moving.
Bai Su looked at him several times and saw that he really had no intention of returning to the room. He then looked at Melida who was accompanying Mei Yang.
Bai Su understood.
He pointed above his head, meaning to pay attention to the camera, some images cannot be broadcast.
Mei Yang nodded.
So Bai Su also returned to the master bedroom - from the moment he was confirmed as a temporary guest, he switched shifts with Pan Shen.
He works the night shift and Pan works the day shift.
After working all day, Bai Su was exhausted and walked upstairs yawning.
As soon as he left, Mei Yang immediately turned to look at Melida and invited her in a super enthusiastic tone: "Daddy, let's go to the hot springs!"
The audience who are still squatting in the live broadcast room——
[Hmm? Is the kid so proactive?]
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