I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 174 - Talent Stripping

“This is Kanbukun. Here we have the Moonlight Flowers; they won’t make you too uncomfortable. Once your morning sickness symptoms have completely faded, we’ll go back to the Imperial Court.”

Qiao Suisui looked at the vase on the bedside and the pink liquid in Zong Fang’s hand, and suddenly remembered that being carried by Carl last night wasn’t a dream.

“But Anubis…”

“We’re looking for him,” Carl knew what she wanted to say and quickly added, “Sikoses and Leberli stayed in Auslan to deal with this, don’t worry.”

Qiao Suisui opened her mouth but felt a vague unease. However, Zong Fang and Carl took turns persuading her until she finally sighed, “Well, I’m already here.”

Moreover, she could use this time to look into the exact cause of the Archbishop’s death.

As Qiao Suisui stayed in the place with the Moonlight Flowers, she indeed found that the symptoms of lethargy, nausea, and sleepiness disappeared. Sang Yan made her a hairpin, brooch, and bracelet from the Moonlight Flowers to wear, so she could go out and stroll without being confined. However, the picked Moonlight Flowers wilted quickly, losing their color and turning yellow within a day, and the fragrance faded. And with the wilting of the Moonlight Flowers, she returned to that uncomfortable state, even fainting once while going downstairs.

Fortunately, Zong Fang was by her side at the time and caught her limp body just in time.

Night.

Zong Fang placed fresh Moonlight Flowers in the vase, then undressed and lay down beside her.

He carefully placed his arm under her neck and held her close.

The man’s hands gently massaged her lower back. Her stomach was getting bigger by the day, yet her weight remained the same, even decreasing a little due to aversion to food from the bouts of morning sickness. Watching her thin face, Zong Fang kissed her with heartache. No one knew the urgency in his heart, for he never showed it.

But as the day of childbirth neared, his fear grew immense.

Zong Fang stroked her pregnant belly, kissing her lips tenderly.

Qiao Suisui woke to his kiss, humming as she pushed at his shoulders.

“Qiaoqiao, take away my Talent, okay?” He had brought this up repeatedly lately and Qiao Suisui had always brushed it off.

She turned to feign sleep, but the man wound himself around her from behind, ceaselessly kissing her and igniting a fire with his large hands everywhere on her body.

“Be good, okay?”

He coaxed her, lifting her to straddle his waist.

Zong Fang clearly remembered that last time, after a round of passion, the Talent had transferred to her. Now, his only worry was that last time was a fluke, and Qiao Suisui didn’t know how to control the transfer of Talent.

“Be good, let’s try once more, okay? Or do we need everything to be exactly the same? Does the position need to be the same too?”

Qiao Suisui, with her face flushed, punched his chest and said, “Can’t I just not want your Talent?”

“No.”

He rarely refused her so decisively.

Qiao Suisui’s waist was clasped by his hand, and as she stroked her belly, she thought of an excuse, “But I’m pregnant now, I can’t do it.”

Zong Fang was silent for a while before asking her, “Is it necessary to do it for the Talent to transfer?”

She recalled the System’s rules. It seemed that was indeed the case, and she had to arouse his emotions as well.

Qiao Suisui nodded and said, “It’s okay even if I don’t have self-healing.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zong Fang covered his eyes with his arm.

He lay on the bed, and Qiao Suisui couldn’t see his expression. She leaned over and asked him, “Zong Fang, what’s wrong?”

Zong Fang didn’t answer, only his quivering chin and the sobbing in his throat betrayed his inner turmoil at that moment.

Qiao Suisui was startled. She reached out and pulled his arm away, only to see that Zong Fang’s tears had already soaked the pillow. The man turned his head and clumsily wiped his face with his hand, not wanting her to see him like this.

“Zong Fang…”

Qiao Suisui hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him gently, asking softly, “Are you worried about me?”

Zong Fang collected his emotions and turned to smile at her. His moist eyes tenderly gazed at her as he tucked the stray hair behind her ear, comforting her, “Don’t overthink it. I just lost control for a moment. Nothing will happen.”

He seldom lost control like that. Qiao Suisui thought to herself.

She looked into his eyes and saw his worried gaze and the anxiety he was trying desperately to restrain. Qiao Suisui asked, “Are you afraid it will be too tough for me…”

Zong Fang silenced her with a kiss, not letting her say that word. He was already so scared that he found it taboo to even speak it.

Qiao Suisui finally understood why he had been pressing her about Talent Stripping in these past days.

“Silly snake,” she whispered with a kiss and a laugh.

Zong Fang reciprocated her kiss, his hand supporting her waist so as not to tire her out.

Qiao Suisui whispered in his ear, “Then let’s do it.”

“But…” Zong Fang hesitated, his hand caressing her pregnant belly, his brow furrowed, “Qiaoqiao, stop joking around.”

“I’m not joking.” She whispered something in his ear, and she saw the man’s eyes darken instantly, his embrace tightening around her.

Moonlight cast the shadow of the window onto the floor, filling the room with fragrance.

The man’s grip was incredibly restrained, with each movement maximally gentle. His hand gripped the snow-white knee, pressing into the flesh on her thigh.

Zong Fang lay on the bed, watching her above him with a passionate gaze, constantly pulling back his sanity from the brink of desire, restraining himself to avoid hurting her.

Several times she grew impatient, arching her slender, snowy neck backward, leaving several scratch marks on his chest.

Fearing that she would fall backward, Zong Fang grasped her arm, his other hand supporting her belly, restraining his strength to satisfy her.

…

Qiao Suisui lay, panting, on the man’s shoulder, hearing the System prompt sound—

[Talent Stripping has been successful. Talent: Self-healing, Talent slot is now lit.]

Zong Fang wrapped her in a blanket, afraid she would catch cold, and didn’t forget to ask her, “Was it successful?”

Qiao Suisui rested her pointy chin on his shoulder, smiling slyly.

“No, we might need to do it one more time.”