I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 61 Always Lying to Me

She blinked somewhat frantically, then withdrew her hand and turned her gaze aside, busying herself with the Medical Box.

Suddenly, a slender and strong hand reached out and gently grasped her hand.

"Qiaoqiao,"

Zong Fang tilted his head to look at her, his lips somewhat pale.

"Can you keep lying to me?"

Qiao Suisui froze, slowly looked up at him, startled by the intense heat in his eyes, wanting to break free from his grasp, yet he held on even tighter.

"Since you’ve lied, why not keep it up... Qiao Suisui, I beg you to keep lying to me... "

"You promised you’d be with me...."

Zong Fang’s eyes were red as he pulled her hand and tugged her in front of him. Fearing she might press on his wound, Qiao Suisui propped herself up by his ear, their noses nearly touching.

"You love me too, don’t you... why won’t you look at me...."

He grabbed Suisui’s neck from behind and leaned in to kiss her lips, passionately yet crazily.

In an instant, their positions reversed, with Zong Fang now on top of her.

Qiao Suisui’s palm pressed against his chest trying to push him away, but he caught her hand and kissed the palm.

"Zong Fang... don’t, your wound will open up."

"Why didn’t you leave just now?"

Zong Fang looked down at the girl beneath him, her long hair scattered among a soft bed of pink and white petals, her eyes stubborn yet pitifully wet.

"It was me who took your Talent; that’s why you turned out this way, I can’t just walk away."

After she finished, she saw Zong Fang not showing any surprise, instead remaining calm as though he had known all along.

"Aren’t you angry?"

"I’m just relieved that my Talent is self-healing."

If it had been a Talent like stealth, then he would have found it really hard to find her again.

Zong Fang held her, wanting to meld her into his own body, into his bones and blood, so she wouldn’t run away.

"You knew already?"

The man grunted affirmatively but said nothing more. In the prison of the Military Department, where his spiritual power had been shackled, he could do nothing, leaving him ample time to think. His self-healing had failed during his confrontation with Ruka, and since then he had been hiding, only in contact with Qiao Suisui; even if he couldn’t figure out how she had taken his Talent, Zong Fang could peel back the facade to see the essence, a habit from his scientific research.

Latter on, he devised a simple Breakthrough device for electronic shackles in the prison, tempting Angsi in to knock him out, then he donned Angsi’s military uniform and managed to leave the Military Department successfully. A genius does not need a specific time or place to create, and in this respect, Zong Fang was undoubtedly the favored child of the Beast God. Since electronic shackles were his invention, he just needed to surpass himself.

Compared to this, outsmarting Leberli’s vigilant eyes was the real challenge, given his sharp insight.

Zong Fang had been looking for an opportunity; he used a spiritual power Stealth Device, morphing into a serpentine form to hide in the Flying Ship’s component storage. Upon seeing the newly born Deer fawn, he knew how to break the situation.

He dripped his detoxified venom into the eyes of the young fawn, which would only trigger irritation and could be handled without issues. Sure enough, as soon as the fawn made a fuss, Leberli would be distracted. He killed an Imperial Guard, changed into his uniform, leading to the scene where Qiao Suisui opened the door.

He wasn’t sure at first whether his loss of Talent was due to Suisui, so upon entering the room, he deliberately controlled his strength to make her bump her knee—the bruise appeared briefly before swiftly vanishing. At that moment, Zong Fang finally confirmed. He felt oddly reassured at that instant, knowing if she had his Talent, no injury would ever take her life.

A naturally cold-blooded snake, who in the Battle of Twin Wings would kill gods and buddhas alike, forsook his family heritage to pursue science; anyone who opposed him was punished, no one’s dignity spared. Such a man, supremely arrogant in his first half of life, had no weakness because he cared for nothing. But since meeting her, Zong Fang, as if willingly pulling his own fangs, feared nothing but her pain, her tears, her injuries, feared seeing the coldness in her eyes.

Qiao Suisui’s fingers unconsciously clutched at the hem of his shirt, her fingertips turning somewhat white. She frowned and asked him, "Why aren’t you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Zong Fang caught her hand and kissed it by his lips, then gently soothed the center of her frown, easing the tightness there.

"Everything I have is yours."

Qiao Suisui was stunned, somewhat at a loss for words. The guilt she had long suppressed finally surfaced, turning into a tear at the corner of her eye.

"You really are a madman."

Upon hearing this, Zong Fang laughed, his face bewitchingly alluring as he smiled.

"Qiaoqiao, can we stop arguing, please?"

Qiao Suisui’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she twisted her face to the side, muttering softly in an awkward tone, "I wasn’t... arguing."

Zong Fang gazed at her earlobes, red as if dripping blood, and his eyes darkened. He then bent down to take her earlobe into his mouth, trailing down her slender neck.

The temperature around them suddenly rose.

In the shower of blossoms, the man was supremely gentle.

Qiao Suisui’s slender, fair arms clung to his back; somewhat dazedly she looked up at the pear tree above them. She suddenly remembered that last time, they were also under a tree—although the space and scenery were the same, her feelings were completely different now.

Zong Fang, dissatisfied with her distraction, followed her gaze upward, and then gently bit her neck and held her even tighter.

...

When Qiao Suisui opened her eyes again, she found herself in bed.

There was no sticky feeling on her body, rather, she felt quite refreshed, probably because Zong Fang had already cleaned her up.

She slowly turned her head and saw the man lying beside her, holding her as he slept. She burrowed into the blankets, trying to sneak a peek at his wounds, but the man was too vigilant and instantly opened his eyes, still somewhat sleepy.

Zong Fang looked at the bulge in the blankets, couldn’t help but smirk, and gently patted it, hitting right on her buttocks through the blanket.

"So Qiaoqiao is quite impatient. It seems that I didn’t satisfy you last night, huh..."

Before he could finish, a small hand reached out to cover his mouth, followed by a head poking out from under the blanket.

Zong Fang raised his eyebrows, watching her slightly disheveled hair and flushed face, then smiled.

"Don’t talk nonsense, I just wanted to check your..."

As Qiao Suisui spoke, she realized that perhaps she cared too much about this guy—never mind if he lived or died.

"My what?" The man wrapped her into a dumpling with the blanket, leaving only her head sticking out, and held her in his arms.

"It’s nothing." Qiao Suisui felt too hot and unable to move her arms and legs, so she struggled, twisting and turning to get out, but Zong Fang firmly held her down.

"I’d advise you to behave."

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"You can misbehave too, I’m up for it."

Having said that, the man sealed her mouth with a kiss.