Chapter 1202: Delivery Plan (2)
Muir’s body completely froze. Going into heat… As a male, how could he be nonchalant upon hearing that his mate was about to go into heat? At the mention of this term, his body instinctively got anxious.
With the roasted thigh horizontally across her mouth, Bai Qingqing’s face quietly turned red. Even the glow from the fire couldn’t mask that.
Parker glanced at Muir and suddenly declared very righteously, “Muir, it’s your turn next. I won’t vie with you.”
Because of Curtis, he and Muir were now somewhat allies. Also, he knew that Qingqing was bound to give birth to a nest of Muir’s offspring eventually. Since it was impossible to stop this, he might as well do Muir this convenient favor.
Bai Qingqing’s face turned even redder. Not daring to look at Muir, she ferociously glared at Parker and snapped, “Whoever said anything about giving birth! If you wanna give birth, you go ahead and do it!”
Parker’s expression was a fascinating sight to behold. He cast a glance at Muir and s.h.i.+vered.
Muir, too, tightly furrowed his brows, a look of constipation on his face.
Only Winston couldn’t help but visibly arch the corner of his lips. Qingqing was so adorable.
Bai Qingqing lowered her face to conceal the redness on her face and snuck a glance at Muir opposite of her.
She had wanted to take a breather first, but Muir was truly too aggrieved in the cold season. She couldn’t bear for him to wait too long.
How about… giving it a shot after her period came? In any case, ordinary beastmen wouldn’t necessarily impregnate females with a one-shot-one-kill success rate. It was hard to say when she would conceive. With that thought, she decided to leave the matter of having kids to the heavens.
Having not heard any response from Bai Qingqing for a long while, Muir couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Though, it was not to the point of being upset. The instant he lowered his head, he saw his brand new skirt, personally made by Qingqing for him. So long as Qingqing continued to care for him like this, even if he never had kids of his own, he was fine with it.
After finis.h.i.+ng the roasted thigh, Bai Qingqing licked her fingers and raised her head to cast a quick glance at Muir, before lowering her head and continuing playing with the firewood.
Having cleared her throat, Bai Qingqing said in a somewhat nonchalant tone, “Let’s leave it to fate when it comes to children. Let’s not force it.”
Leave it to fate—when used as a response to elders who were urging one to give birth, it was a perfunctory reply. But in Muir’s ears, it was an opportunity.
Was Qingqing… planning to give birth to his offspring?
Heart bursting with joy, his expression couldn’t keep up with the fervent tempo, resulting in a countenance that resembled grief and happiness at the same time, making it impossible for others to ignore his excitement.
However, Muir shook his head and said, “Giving birth takes a toll on your health. Let’s talk about it next year.”
Bai Qingqing glanced at him in surprise, then revealed a bright smile. “It’s not. Only giving birth to snake eggs does. I have experience.”
After hearing this from Muir, the resolution in Bai Qingqing’s heart strengthened.
Beastmen placed superb importance on procreation. She was touched to see Muir discard the burden of those worldly views and wholeheartedly act in consideration of her. She had originally hoped to get lucky and not get pregnant this year, but now she genuinely wished to give birth to Muir’s offspring as quickly as possible.
Muir had always been of few words. Under Bai Qingqing’s fervent encouragement, he was at a loss for words. In actual fact, a great deal of his strength was used to suppress the intense emotions in his chest.
If this was a comic, then Muir would certainly be surrounded by pink heart-shaped bubbles that stood in stark contrast with his rugged and manly aura.
Even Parker started getting jealous. Back then Qingqing didn’t take such great initiative in offering to give birth to his leopard cubs.
It was only after those words came out of her mouth that Bai Qingqing realized just how eager she sounded. Her flushed face was starting to look like the color of pig’s blood, her cheeks heating up unbearably. She didn’t at all dare to raise her head.
For the rest of the meal, Bai Qingqing ate with her head lowered. After she and An’an finished eating, the three males split what remained of the roasted meat amongst them.