I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 166 - The Way I Love You

She draped her slender arms over the man’s broad shoulders, cooing with a smile, “I’m so glad you’re willing to go with me, and it would be even better to bring Carl along.” She wanted to take Carl wherever she went now, mainly for convenience.

“But I can’t reach him, and I’m not sure if he’s run into trouble…”

Zong Fang saw her genuine worry, her sincere concern, and the way she considerately thought of another man, and suddenly a thought struck him.

All along, he had been appearing as her protector, including Sikoses and Leberli, preemptively considering everything on her behalf, meticulously planning to avoid any danger she might encounter… but Anubis was different.

If their standing with Qiao Suisui was one before and one behind, always shielding her, then Anubis stood shoulder to shoulder with her. Together they faced troubles, together they sought solutions to difficulties. He did not deprive her of her experiences to grow and explore, even sharing those experiences with her. That’s why she unconsciously wanted to help him, consider for him, worry for him.

Zong Fang had always been jealous of her special regard for Anubis, but it was not until this moment that he suddenly realized why. He had rarely exposed his vulnerabilities in front of her; the only time was when they were in the space and he got injured, and she voluntarily came back to help him treat his wound, which then led to their partnership.

“Zong Fang, what do you think? Did you hear what I just said?” Qiao Suisui saw he was a bit distracted and shook his shoulder in dissatisfaction.

Zong Fang looked at her and suddenly said, “My arm just started hurting quite badly.”

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After saying that, he indeed saw Qiao Suisui’s face fill with concern as she grasped his arm and asked, “Is it the arm where the chip was implanted? I told you not to do this. What should we do, should we take it out?”

Zong Fang conveniently lay down, resting his head on her lap, and said, “It might be that the chip has fused with the flesh. Qiaoqiao, can you help me?”

“Okay, let’s remove it. I’ll go get the medical kit, no, I should call the medical team first—mmph.”

Zong Fang, lying on her lap, hooked her neck with his arm, pulling her down, and leaned in to kiss her lips, his eyes twinkling with a subtle, almost imperceptible joy.

He let go of her lips and said in a low voice, “We don’t need anyone else, just you.”

Later on, Qiao Suisui clung to him nervously, the hemostatic forceps and cotton balls she held going unused, as she watched intently while he cut into his arm, her brow furrowing in sympathy.

“Does it hurt?”

Zong Fang had long gotten used to pain of such extent, but as he spoke, it turned into, “It hurts. Seems like it might have damaged the meridians.”

Qiao Suisui panicked, “What can we do, can self-healing fix it?”

Zong Fang turned his head away with a hooked smile, then immediately pressed his lips back into their usual expression and said, “It should be able to, but it will take time. Qiaoqiao, help me take out the chip.”

Qiao Suisui held her breath with nervousness as she carefully picked up one end of the chip with tweezers. The whole extraction process was very slow; she was terrified of touching any blood vessels in his arm.

Zong Fang propped his chin with the other hand, watching her and finding her entire focused demeanor somewhat cute as she began to sweat. What was most important to him was that all her attention was on him.

The man’s lips curled slightly, his eyebrows tinted with a hint of pride, faint yet present.

Finally, Qiao Suisui managed to remove the chip. She placed it into a small glass vial, secured the cork, and stowed it away with the Wolf Teeth in her space.

As she did this, Zong Fang used his talent to slow down the healing of the wound.

When Qiao Suisui looked back at him, she saw that the cut on his arm hadn’t closed up yet, and she instantly frowned, “What’s going on? It wasn’t this slow last time.”

Zong Fang pinched the bridge of his nose, tired, and said, “I might be in bad shape because I didn’t sleep at all last night.”

Upon hearing this, she indeed looked at him with worried eyes.

“It’s all because I made you worry…”

Perhaps it was the unprecedented care he received from her or discovering a more intimate way of being with her, Zong Fang’s heart was filled with sweetness, and he kissed her eagerly.

“Qiaoqiao, be good, it’s not because of you, don’t blame yourself.”

Qiao Suisui hugged him proactively, soothingly stroking his hair with repetitive motions, just as he had done to her countless times before.

Zong Fang’s back stiffened as he was held in her arms, then the tight muscles relaxed again, his jaw clenched, and his eyes reddened in an instant, turning his head away so she wouldn’t see.

No one understood better than Zong Fang, to reach this point, how much time he spent, how many heartbreaks he endured, how many desires unfulfilled, how many times he had been hurt and had hurt others…

He hugged her tightly, disregarding the hand that was still bleeding.

“Qiaoqiao, I love you.”

“I will love you in the way you desire.”

“We will have a lot of time, to do many things we haven’t done, see sights we haven’t seen, and go to many, many places. I will strive to be a good father, not like my own. I will teach them many things and will not let them make you angry.”

Qiao Suisui felt a twinge in her nose from his sudden words and gently hugged him back, uneasily saying, “Zong Fang, what’s wrong with you, why are you saying all this all of a sudden?”

He buried his nose in her neck and took a deep breath, softly saying, “Maybe it’s because my arm hurts too much.”

Qiao Suisui breathed a sigh of relief, pushed him away to continue bandaging.

When Ruka came to call Suisui for dinner and saw Dr. Zong Fang with his arm wrapped in a bandage, an SSS-level fighter with the self-healing talent, who could take down a hundred by himself, standing there satisfiedly holding Qiao Suisui’s shoes, he was speechless.

Ruka walked over, draped a coat over her, told her to put on her shoes, and then led them to dinner. Before leaving, he looked back at Zong Fang’s arm and showed a complex, indescribable expression.