Chapter 287: Pregnancy Must Wait Three Months Before Consummation

She didn't want to ask much in front of Ying, just looked at him, "Ying, have the tribe members all returned?"

Ying gave her a deep look, reached out and held her slender waist, declaring to Li Xiang, "It's already settled, Qinghuan, take the Grain Seed back to him."

Nan Qinghuan felt a bit embarrassed, but she couldn't break free, so she looked at Li Xiang, "If that's the case, I'll give you the Grain Seed."

Li Xiang saw the jealousy in Ying's gaze as he held Nan Qinghuan, but he didn't react much, "Junior sister disciple, you still need to go personally to instruct; you know I'm not good at agriculture—my specialty is paleontology, I'm only interested in those wild people."

That was a provocation, and Ying knew it was aimed at him.

"No. If we give you the Grain Seed, you must plant it yourselves; we won't go to your place, let alone help you."

Ying would not consent to Nan Qinghuan going to the Rongdi Tribe, nor would he allow her to see that man named Li Xiang again.

This time Nan Qinghuan said little; she knew more issues would arise after going, and if the senior brother didn't learn, it wouldn't work either.

She could only teach the method.

"Senior brother, I'll tell you how to cultivate; you're my father's pride, you'll certainly be able to learn."

That day, Nan Qinghuan became an agricultural expert, demonstrating in the Farmland for Li Xiang, showing him how to plant.

After teaching all that, the sky gradually grew dark.

Ying naturally would not let them stay here any longer; he didn't want to see those people for a moment.

So Li Xiang's attempt to stay for a meal failed.

He could only leave in a sour mood, following the Rongdi.

Twilight hung low, the setting sun left only a stretch of dusk.

At the tribe's gate, after seeing Li Xiang and the Rongdi depart, Nan Qinghuan finally exhaled, hoping the senior brother could find a way out; otherwise, if he became useless someday, the Rongdi would eat him. The senior brother is stubborn; even if he were invited to Ying's tribe, he wouldn't come.

Ying saw that Nan Qinghuan seemed reluctant to let Li Xiang go and became a bit displeased, "Go back."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a large crowd appeared behind him.

"Clan Leader, Omu, thank you for rescuing us. We never expected anything when we left; now that we've returned, there's food and shelter—it's wonderful."

The rescued tribe members came to give thanks; they had been held captive as slaves by the Rongdi for years, looking gaunt and pitiful.

These are Ying's tribe members; he naturally felt compassion.

"Everyone, stand up. Back then we thought you had all been eaten by beasts."

"No, we were captured by Rong Guang. He intended to eat us, but the Rongdi saved us."

"Rongdi?"

The Rongdi rescuing people is indeed rare; Ying still doubted it.

When Rongdi was mentioned, Ying recalled how today he had voluntarily cut off two fingers for a lone wolf; he never expected the usually ruthless Rongdi to protect his own people.

This even made Ying somewhat admire him.

How had he not realized Rongdi was like this before? "Yes, Clan Leader, the Rongdi saved us, but they're not good; they treat us as slaves. Now their tribe has conquered the Snake Tribe and imprisoned the She Nü, who thinks daily about how to kill Rongdi."

Hearing this, Ying squinted slightly, "She Nü wants to kill Rongdi, so why does Rongdi still keep her?"

The elder woman thought for a moment, "I know. The tribe didn't bring a powerful priest; Rongdi wants the She Nü to tempt the priest into becoming the priest's mate, so the priest can't leave. She Nü has seductive skills, but the priest seems uninterested, which angers Rongdi."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan was stunned—what, sending that Little Black Sister to tempt the senior brother… She suddenly let out a snort of laughter, "Rongdi is really wasting effort; my senior brother doesn't like Hei Meier. He only likes women who are fair‑skinned, beautiful, and have long legs."

Ying didn't understand, "Fair‑skinned and beautiful? What does that mean?"

She didn't say more; saying more would make the man jealous.

"Alright, let's stop worrying about them. Ying, the tribe members returning is good. Tonight we'll hold a Bonfire party to welcome them back. What do you think?"

Ying naturally agreed with Nan Qinghuan's suggestion, but…

His gaze burned as he looked at Nan Qinghuan, then reached out and embraced her, "I've already asked Ashu to prepare. Qinghuan, go home."

"Ah…"

She still had things to tell him, but Ying seemed very urgent.

As soon as they returned, he lifted her onto the wooden bed; A Mu had never seen her son so hurried, and felt embarrassed to stay out longer to prepare the Bonfire party.

Only the married couple were in the room.

Nan Qinghuan saw his gaze was off, and immediately stepped back a bit.

She was pregnant, her figure now fuller.

"Don't act recklessly; this would be bad for the baby."

Nan Qinghuan was somewhat worried that Ying might act rashly; the child was only a little over a month old and couldn't endure his roughness.

When Ying heard this, he initially wanted to devour her, but thinking of the baby, a pang of tenderness crossed his eyes. Quickly, he lay beside her, breathing, trying to suppress his inner heat and desire.

Since learning that Qinghuan was pregnant, he hadn't touched her.

Just now, seeing her with his senior brother made his heart ache; he wanted to love her gently.

Seeing Ying in such distress also upset Nan Qinghuan; she whispered soothingly, fearing the man might go mad. The man simply kissed her forehead gently, saying a line each time.

"You are mine."

"You are mine!"

Nan Qinghuan realized the man was acting up again, furrowing her brow slightly, trying to push him away, but he clung tightly.

She couldn't move him, so she yielded; Ying this time was truly restrained, not acting rashly.

His breathing was rapid; the light kisses seemed to soothe him a bit. Seeing his eyes bloodshot, Nan Qinghuan felt very scared.

She feared he couldn't control himself, and at this time, cohabiting could endanger the child.

She understood, but the man didn't.

He is a wild man, his untamed nature hard to tame; she also feared she couldn't control him.

Just when he thought he would collapse, Ying suddenly calmed down, then lifted his eyes to stare at her face; his eyes were clear as a spring, bright and shining.

"Sleep."

He licked his lips and collapsed beside her, lying down.

Nan Qinghuan finally relaxes a bit and tries to explain, "When you're pregnant you can't do that, otherwise the child will be in danger."

Ying furrows his brows as he listens to her words, then suddenly props his head and asks, "Then when would it be okay?"

He's already driven to madness.

It's unbearable not to touch her for a day.

But for the baby he's willing to endure.

If there's time, he can wait.

Nan Qinghuan is startled—when would it be possible? She thinks for a moment, then, seeing Ying's dissatisfied look, sighs, "We have to wait for the fetus to stabilize; it'll be three months before we can assess the situation."

"Three months?"

Ying's complexion looks bad; it's already Winter.

Too long.

He feels a bit aggrieved, an emotion he's never had, and instantly sits up, counting the days impatiently; when he realizes three months is too hard to endure, the man frantically grabs his hair.

"Do we have to wait that long?"

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