Are you happy as a father?



Are you happy as a father?

The first person to discover that Fu Ying was pregnant was Qinglan.

"Aying...you..."

His gray-brown eyes stared at the beast spirit flower on Fu Ying's forehead, and couldn't help but feel some ripples in their emotions.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ying blinked, supported her chin with her hand, and watched him feed Tuanzi milk powder.

This little girl is surprisingly easy to feed. She opens her mouth obediently no matter who feeds her. However, among the men, she likes Ni the most. I wonder if she was impressed by the straw doll she had at the time.

Whenever Tuanzi saw Ni, he would rush forward babbling, more excited than when he saw Bai Canghai.

On the other hand, Ni was always overwhelmed and always stayed away from others.

Qinglan's Adam's apple rolled. After feeding Tuanzi, when he took the bottle to wash it, there was a sudden "click" sound. The glass bottle was covered with fine cracks because his fingertips pressed too hard and it broke.

He paused, slowly squatted down, and picked up the fragments with trembling fingertips.

"Be careful, don't cut your hands." Fu Ying reached out to pull him, and sure enough, she saw some tiny bloodstains on his pale fingertips, but he was completely unaware and just stared at her.

Fu Ying suddenly tilted her head and chuckled, and the light coming through the window lattice on her black hair gave off a fine luster.

Her fingertips gently stroked Qinglan's tense jaw, and her charming voice was full of teasing, with the ending tone like honey: "You stare at me like this, do you want to be my father?"

Qinglan's pupils shrank, and a breath escaped from his throat, his ethereal voice very hoarse: "You..."

Fu Ying looked at his silly expression, smiled, and touched her still flat belly: "I know."

With her body, she could naturally sense the new buds sprouting in her blood earlier than anyone else.

Moreover, every profession has its own expertise, and she is very familiar with the physical conditions of pregnancy.

"Touch it." Fu Ying took Qinglan's hand and guided his palm to her flat belly.

Qinglan's palms felt cold and he was a little hesitant, but when he touched the softness, he suddenly froze, and his knuckles unconsciously curled up slightly, as if he was afraid of breaking some treasure.

His gray-brown pupils suddenly lit up, with fragments of light floating in his eyes, like the mottled morning light penetrating through the branches in the forest, and his thin lips were pursed into a very shallow arc.

Fu Ying chuckled, suddenly leaned forward, and put his arms around Qinglan's neck.

His arms suddenly tightened, but he relaxed his strength just as he was about to wrap his arms around her. His fingertips formed a restrained arc behind her waist, afraid of crushing her. He held his breath slightly, and even his abdominal muscles were slightly tensed.

Fu Ying's lips touched his ear, her voice as charming as honey: "Qinglan, if you really became a father, would you be happy?"

Qinglan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the emotions surging in his chest almost burst out.

His lips gently touched her brow, the kiss so devout that it was almost trembling. Even the hand around her waist couldn't help but tighten a little. His ethereal voice was a little hoarse: "...joy."

Fu Ying lay in his arms, listening to the thunderous heartbeat, and curled her lips.

At this moment, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open, and a snake rushed in with the mountain wind.

"Aying! I found this in the woods today..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

As Teng looked at the scene in front of him, his dark green pupils suddenly narrowed, and a hint of dangerous light flashed across them.

His slender fingers tightened the leaves wrapped around him imperceptibly, but the next moment they relaxed into a nonchalant manner. He stepped forward and placed the wild fruit on the table, chuckling softly, "Here, the first batch of sour fruit after the rainy season."

After saying that, he leaned closer to Fu Ying and pulled her out of Qing Lan's arms. The natural scent of green grass and morning dew immediately lingered around him, and there was still some undried dew between Ting's beautiful eyebrows.

"I don't know if sour fruits are to your liking. If you don't like them, I'll run further and pick some other ones for you! Okay?" His voice was full of anticipation, and he held the wild fruits in front of her like a treasure.

Before Fu Ying raised her hand, Qing Lan had already taken the sour fruits and said, "A Ying just got pregnant, so these sour fruits need to be soaked and washed a few more times."

His eyebrows suddenly tightened, and his dark green pupils narrowed dangerously: "This is what I gave..."

The words came to an abrupt end.

Teng froze in place, his pupils contracted violently, turning into a thin line, his gaze fixed on Qinglan's face. After a moment, he mechanically turned to Fuying, only to meet her beautiful face with a smile.

Teng's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his gaze slowly fell on the beast spirit flower on her forehead.

"Pregnant, pregnant with a cub?" Teng was so excited that even his voice changed.

The rainy season had passed, and there was no news. He had thought it was because Aying was only a one-star female and her fertility power was too weak. Unexpectedly, there was suddenly good news!

Qinglan glanced at him, then took the fruit and walked out of the bamboo house.

Teng suddenly knelt on one knee, his trembling hand hanging loosely in front of Fuying's lower abdomen, wanting to touch but not daring to.

At this moment, his dark green pupils, which always held a rebellious aura, were wet and trembling like a puppy's: "Cub..."

As if he suddenly thought of something, he stood up immediately, his pupils brightening surprisingly.

He gestured frantically, "I'll go pick some more fruit! My mother said that pregnant females love fresh fruit the most! The ones grown on the rock face are the sweetest!"

Before he could finish his words, Teng turned around and ran out.

Qinglan came back from washing the fruits and was almost hit by a running dragon.

"Take good care of Aying!" Teng was in a good mood. He gave some instructions and ran away.

His voice drifted over on the mountain breeze: "Aying, wait! After I finish picking the fruit, I'll go hunt the freshest prey and roast the most tender meat for you!"

When Qinglan dodged sideways, he even caught a glimpse of the inky scales behind the ears of the snake, which were rippling with joy.

He raised his eyebrows, a faint smile spreading across his gray-brown eyes. He handed over the washed wild fruit and said, "It's rare to see Teng so happy that he can't even hide it."

Fu Ying chuckled: "It's the first time for him to be a father, so it's normal to be happy, right?"

She touched her belly, supported her chin with her hand and said, "If not, he would be disappointed."

The jade ornaments in Qinglan's hair rustled as he leaned over, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream.

His cool, thin lips touched the beast flower on Fu Ying's forehead. His voice was clear and crisp as he passed the sour fruit to her lips: "As long as it's a cub you conceived, I like it."

"Can you say nice things to coax me now?"

Fu Ying raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Qinglan with interest.

His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, clean and clear like a mountain stream, making people forget their worries when they see him.

Qinglan stared at her with his gray-brown eyes, his eyes condensed with unwavering seriousness: "I'm not trying to coax you. I never say nice things, and I certainly won't lie."

Fu Ying was slightly startled, and fell into those clear eyes, his heart suddenly moving.

Just at this moment, two tall figures came slowly from a distance.

Two people walked one in front and one behind. One of them had silver hair like a waterfall, like the stars in the sky, and her beautiful face was more captivating than the sun in the sky. The other one had purple curly hair, emitting layers of subtle fragrance as she walked. Every step she took seemed to bring out a natural charm.

Fu Ying raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, a faint smile on his lips: "You are back, did you find any interesting news?"

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