I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 150 - Favoritism

Carl caught the words ‘underwear’ and gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes darted around the room, unsure whether to stay or leave. He felt uncomfortable because he had not yet reached that level of intimacy with Qiao Suisui, and though he had fantasized countless times in the silence of the night, he couldn’t tend to her needs as naturally as Zong Fang did, such as changing her clothes or bathing her.

Just the thought of it set him aflame uncontrollably, his breathing becoming heavy.

Meanwhile, Zong Fang finished drying her hair and took out four or five sets of new underwear from his space, along with essential items for her period. Qiao Suisui was taken aback, not understanding how he came to possess such things.

Seemingly perceiving her confusion, Zong Fang said, “I prepared these for you while at the research center; they were not used, so I kept them.”

She realized then how attentive he had been.

At that moment, Qiao Suisui felt a mix of shyness, awkwardness, and gratitude.

The two men conscientiously waited outside the door while she changed into her underwear and clothes, finally feeling much fresher. Although there was still a dragging pain in her lower abdomen, she felt much relieved mentally.

Just as she was about to deal with the blood-stained bed sheets before Carl and Zong Fang returned, she heard Zong Fang knocking on the door, saying, “Qiaoqiao, don’t stand barefoot on the floor.”

She looked down at her toes, thinking the man had installed surveillance in the room. Then the next second, he anticipated her again, “Leave the sheets there, I’ll clean them up. Don’t do anything.”

With no other options, Qiao Suisui obediently sat down, watching Zong Fang remove the old sheets and Carl spread the new ones.

She was then carried by Zong Fang to the soft bed, had her temperature taken, and took pain relief medication before the room finally quieted down.

As the clock pointed to nine, Zong Fang had to sign in, but showed no intention of leaving. Qiao Suisui knew this couldn’t be delayed, pulled his arm, and urged him to return quickly.

She was unaware that her voice had become tender and weak due to frailty, enticingly enticing, such that any man would not want to leave her side. Unable to resist her pleas, Zong Fang kissed her eyelid before leaving, saying, “I’ll be back soon.”

After Zong Fang left, Carl sat upright and proper, staying vigil by her bedside.

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Qiao Suisui felt drowsy, but the pain in her lower abdomen tugged at her, preventing sleep. Noticing beads of sweat forming on her forehead, Carl immediately approached with concern.

“Does it hurt a lot? I… I wish I could do something to make you feel better,” Carl lamented, wishing it were him in pain instead. He even considered summoning Kai over, at least he was a doctor and might be able to help somehow.

Qiao Suisui’s eyes drooped, her long eyelashes trembling slightly from the pain as she weakly said, “I want a warm treasure.”

“What is a warm treasure?”

Right, there was no such thing as a warm treasure in this world she was in now.

She weakly closed her eyes and said, “It’s something that can warm the stomach, never mind if there isn’t one.”

After a while, the rustling sound of the quilt rose, and she felt a heat source suddenly appear beside her. On her lower abdomen, a hot and large hand was placed.

Qiao Suisui turned her head in surprise to look, and saw Carl, who had laid down beside her at some unknown time. He was propping up his upper body with one hand and covering her stomach with the other.

“Does this feel a bit better?” Carl asked.

“Mm… it seems, a bit better.”

Qiao Suisui couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but she felt a slight burning sensation where his hand had touched. The warm and comforting temperature passed through the thin layer of fabric, causing her cheeks to heat up as well.

She had never been this close to Carl before. Although they had known each other for quite some time and she had half-jokingly responded to his teasing kisses, she had never been enclosed in his arms like this, enveloped by his breath, pressed so tightly against his body.

Carl’s body temperature was somewhat scorching, like a walking radiator, whereas Zong Fang’s body was always cool regardless of the season.

Her mind wandering, Qiao Suisui’s consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and she fell asleep.

Carl, listening to her breathing becoming steady, kept gazing at her with tenderness so palpable it could almost drip. His left shoulder and arm were already numb from holding the position, but he still maintained the initial pose, motionless.

Noticing her body temperature rising slightly, he carefully warmed his palm by rubbing it and then slipped it back into the quilt, covering her soft little abdomen again.

She was really soft, and smelled so good.

Carl couldn’t help but draw closer, his nose twitching as he affectionately inhaled her scent.

“If only it could be like this forever…”

His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

When Zong Fang returned, the sight of the two lying together, eyes closed in sleep, nearly made him grind his teeth to bits. As soon as the chill in his gaze escaped, Carl, who had been lying with his eyes closed on the bed, instantly sprang them open, his gaze darting towards the source of the chill. On seeing it was Zong Fang, the wariness in his eyes dissipated a bit.

Carl arched an eyebrow, provocatively smiling at Zong Fang, and resumed his infuriating demeanor.

Zong Fang, not wanting to disturb Qiao Suisui’s rest, gestured with his chin for Carl to move aside.

Carl remained perfectly still, his eyes exuding confidence.

No longer able to endure it, Zong Fang’s clenched fist abruptly opened, releasing three silver needles that shot towards Carl. Despite this, Carl stayed unmoving as stone, not even blinking as the three silver needles narrowly missed their target, embedding themselves in the wall beside his ear.

The two men stood in silent confrontation within the room.

Suddenly, the person on the bed turned over, seeming not to sleep too peacefully.

Zong Fang and Carl both looked at her with concern at the same time.