Another baby? Whose?
Bai Cang and the other two broke into the bamboo house, and the sweet feminine scent in the bamboo house seemed to be several times stronger.
Fu Ying was sunk deep in the mattress, her red gauze disheveled, and an abnormal blush appeared on her jade-like skin, which spread from her collarbone to her ankles. She was panting and her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.
"Aying!"
Teng had the most impatient temper. Seeing that something was wrong with Fu Ying, he rushed forward and wanted to carry the person away, but was blocked by Ni's arm. His purple eyes were full of coldness.
"Get out of here!" Teng's fangs flashed, and a murderous aura surged in his dark green eyes. "She'll die in heat! Since you can't suppress her passion, then someone else should do it!"
"Teng! Calm down! Don't be impulsive!" Bai Cang stepped forward and touched Fu Ying's flushed cheek.
"Calm down?!" Teng's eyes were bloodshot, his knuckles were creaking, and the words almost came out from between his teeth: "Aying she..." The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he was choked abruptly, and the hostility between his brows became even heavier.
Bai Cang turned to look at Ni, his eyes were heavy and his voice was very low: "Ni, what happened to Aying?"
He tightened his slender fingertips slightly and said in a deep voice, "Since we are both her beastly husbands, we are not enemies. Tell me what happened to Ah Ying. Don't hurt her by hiding the truth!"
Ni Zitong was startled and was about to speak when Fu Ying's voice suddenly came from the bed.
"Cold water! Give me cold water!"
She propped herself up, her knuckles white, her voice cold and trembling with an uncontrollable tremor.
Qinglan's cold brows were tightly furrowed at the moment. Upon hearing Fu Ying's words, he immediately said, "I'll go!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out of the bamboo house.
The joints of his limbs turned white from the exertion: "A Ying!"
His voice was hoarse, and anxiety was boiling in his dark green eyes. "What's wrong with you? It's obviously estrus... mating can relieve it, so why do you insist on holding on?"
Teng suddenly reached out and grabbed her burning wrist, but froze when he touched it, as if he was afraid of hurting her. He withdrew his hand tremblingly, his voice full of anxiety: "Are you trying to make me anxious to death?"
Fu Ying's wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and a suppressed gasp escaped from her lips, but her voice was surprisingly cold.
"It's the Zerg's accessory gland."
As soon as she finished speaking, the bamboo house suddenly fell into silence.
Teng's pupils suddenly constricted, and a terrifying murderous aura erupted from his body: "No! Ye! Hou!"
He practically squeezed the name out from between his teeth, his eyes filled with rage. As he looked at Fu Ying, his voice was on the verge of collapse: "He knew you were in heat, yet he still dared... He wants your life!"
Bai Cang frowned, his expression solemn: "Now is not the time to pursue responsibility."
He paused briefly and turned his gaze towards the others: "Alright, the Zerg's accessory glands will fall off in about two or three days, and everything will be fine then. The most important thing right now is to help Ah Ying relieve the burning pain from her estrus."
The insect accessory gland is a special structure formed by the white waxy substance secreted by males during mating. It mainly plays a "locking" role, that is, preventing other males from mating with females.
This is a unique mate competition strategy developed during the reproduction process of the Zerg.
"The water is ready." Qinglan came back with the bathtub, and the water in the tub was rippling.
Bai Cang tightened his arms and picked up Fu Ying horizontally.
He stared at the cold water in the bucket, his jaw tensed, his Adam's apple rolled, his brows full of heartache, but noticing the abnormal temperature of her body, he slowly immersed her in the water.
Fu Ying's body trembled, her brows furrowed, and drops of water slid down her flushed neckline, soaking her sweaty collarbone. Her fingertips clasped the edge of the wooden barrel, and her knuckles turned white.
The next moment, she pinched her fingers together, a cold light flashed, and the water in the bucket instantly froze into ice.
The biting cold suddenly hit her, making her shiver all over. An almost inaudible gasp escaped from her lips. Tiny ice crystals climbed up her hair and left frost on her skin.
"Damned Marquis Buye!" Teng was heartbroken, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of murderous intent.
He looked at Fu Ying who was shivering from the cold, his chest heaving violently, and even his breath smelled of blood. He wished he could break Buyehou's neck right now.
Ni Zi's pupils were filled with coldness, and he said lightly: "You don't have to do anything."
The next two days were a torment for Fu Ying, and each day felt like a year.
She had never experienced such suffering before. She could see but not eat, and she was also tortured by the tide of emotions. The burning sensation was like a maggot in her tarsal bones, gnawing at her sanity, and every moment seemed to be infinitely stretched.
Sometimes she curled up in the ice water and shivered, and sometimes she bit her lips in unbearable pain.
The combination of cold and heat tortured her until she became drowsy.
When he bent over to pull her out of the icy water, Bai Cang and the other two had already silently left the bamboo house.
Fu Ying's wet eyelashes brushed across Ni's collarbone, and the tip of her tongue unconsciously licked his protruding Adam's apple.
Ni's steps suddenly stopped.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her face, which was as pale as paper and had blood stains on her lips.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and a sharp pain suddenly shot up in his chest.
He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against hers. Their eyelashes brushed lightly, interweaving an ambiguous shadow. His tongue slowly rolled over her bitten lips inch by inch, bringing the taste of blood into his mouth.
Ni's movements were cautious, as if he wanted to swallow up her pain as well.
Fu Ying's long eyelashes fluttered softly, the corners of her eyes tinged with red. As she looked up at him, her charming voice was already hoarse: "You weren't like this before. Can you bear it without blood?"
Ni gently placed her on the bed, and used his slender fingers to lift up her wet red gauze.
When he leaned over, his purple pupils were still as cold and dead as the abyss, but when he met her gaze, he trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Now...it's me who is afraid of blood."
On this day, the bamboo house welcomed a happy event.
The star pattern on Fu Ying's forehead bloomed like a beast spirit flower again, emitting a magnificent glow in the morning light.
This means that she will be a mother again, but the father of the cubs...
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