I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 149 - Warmth

His Qiaoqiao was the warmest person in the world. Only with her did his life make sense.

In the end, the three of them discussed for a while what to do with the chip. Qiao Suisui wanted to take it back to the Imperial Court, but both Zong Fang and Carl dissuaded her. Considering the lengths Wei Shou had gone to find the Black Box, the Federation would surely stop at nothing to destroy the evidence. Therefore, the chip was a ticking time bomb. Once the Federation found out that Qiao Suisui had the chip, she would certainly be in danger. Ultimately, Zong Fang implanted the chip into his own arm.

Qiao Suisui watched as he cut open the recently healed spot on his arm again, and she couldn’t help but clutch the front of her shirt tightly.

The best course of action was to hand the chip over to Anubis and let him vindicate the Rebel Army. Thus, the three decided to wait a few more days for Anubis to show up on the Southern Battlefield. If he didn’t appear within the agreed time, she would have to obediently follow Carl back.

In the following days, Qiao Suisui and Carl collected as many remaining documents as possible to prove the existence of the underground laboratory. They also took a large number of photos of the Dudleyne ruins, planning to post them on Freedom after returning, to have the Beastmen in the organization help spread the word.

That day, as usual, Zong Fang went out. He was now serving in the military and had to check in at designated times and complete a fixed quota of tasks. Even though with his ability he had already completed other males’ yearly quota of work, checking in was a mandatory rule; failure to do so would be considered desertion.

Normally, he would search for relatively fresh ingredients after checking in to prepare three meals a day for her. But Qiao Suisui was a night owl, accustomed to late nights. Back at the Imperial Court, Leberli and Ruka had tried several times to correct her sleep schedule, but ended up being influenced by her to stay up until the wee hours. So she usually woke up at lunchtime.

Zong Fang knew this habit was very harmful to her health, so every morning he would forcefully start her day, first tirelessly kissing her awake, then carrying her in her daze to wash up. By the time she came to her senses, she would often already be sitting at the dining table.

But today, when Zong Fang went to wake her, he found her tiny body curled up into a ball under the blankets.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and saw her pale face, sweat on her forehead, and immediately his expression became tense.

“Qiaoqiao, let me see, what’s making you feel uncomfortable?”

Qiao Suisui pulled her legs up towards her chest and abdomen, biting her lip in pain.

She hadn’t thought about menstruation before because she had always been pregnant. Later, cared for by Leberli and Ruka at the Imperial Court, her monthly periods caused only slight backaches, never like today, with the pain in her lower abdomen and back sweat-soaked.

Zong Fang called her name with a frown, wanting to check on her but not daring to touch her carelessly. Carl, hearing the noise, came over as well. Seeing her complexion, he immediately squatted in front of her and asked softly, “Sweetheart, let me see, where does it hurt? Tell me, okay?”

Qiao Suisui’s face turned red and white. Just as the two of them were talking, she felt a warm flow below, and immediately realized she was still wearing Zong Fang’s white shirt, which was probably stained with blood by now.

Ah, is there a crack in the ground, I really want to squeeze into it.

Qiao Suisui covered her face with the blanket, and a weak voice fuzzily came through, “Go out, all of you, don’t mind me, I… I’ll be fine in a moment.”

“Qiaoqiao, let me see,” Zong Fang was so anxious he didn’t bother to ask her, he directly lifted the blanket, picked her up in his arms, and was about to check on her, but saw Qiao Suisui covering her face with both hands, her ears and neck turning into a patch of red.

“You go out, all of you go out!”

She was so anxious that she wanted to cry, but the two men became even more nervous upon seeing this state, and despite her reluctance, Carl held her while Zong Fang freed his hands to examine her.

Either because she struggled too fiercely, or because they were afraid of really hurting her and thus didn’t hold on to her tightly, Qiao Suisui crawled to the corner of the sleep pod and then wrapped herself into a dumpling with a blanket, regardless of how Carl and Zong Fang coaxed, she would not respond.

“Suisui, where exactly does it hurt, tell me, I….”

Carl was still speaking when Zong Fang suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

Carl looked at him puzzled, only to see a drop of bright red blood on the man’s trouser leg, which made Carl even more tense, and he blurted out, “Are you hurt? Come here, let me see.”

As he spoke, he was about to crawl inside to grab Qiao Suisui, but was held back by Zong Fang.

Zong Fang said to the ‘dumpling’ shrunken in the corner, “Qiaoqiao, we are going out now.” After saying that, he shoved Carl out of the room and considerately closed the door.

“What are you doing?” Carl didn’t want to argue with him and turned his head to go back in, but Zong Fang firmly blocked him.

“She’s alone in there, you may be assured but I’m not, get out of the way!” Carl said irritably.

Zong Fang coughed and said in a somewhat unnatural low voice, “She’s having her period.”

Carl, with eyes seeking knowledge, asked, “What is a period?”

Zong Fang, too lazy to explain, directly tossed him a research paper on menstruation by ancient humans.

Indeed, it wasn’t fair to blame Carl for his narrow scope of knowledge, since everyone here was an Artificial Female, and even reproduction was done through factory assembly line incubation, so menstruation, unique to female humans, had long been evolved away. It was only upon seeing that drop of blood on his trousers and recalling Qiao Suisui’s reaction that Zong Fang realized this.

After quickly scanning the paper Carl felt his throat tighten, at a loss as to what to do. “Then, what do we do now?”

“…” Zong Fang was calmer than Carl, but this was also his first time encountering such a situation. The usually omnipotent doctor now had a mind in turmoil.

…

Inside the room, upon hearing the sound of the door closing, Qiao Suisui cautiously peeked out from under the blanket. Her complexion, originally as pale as paper, had turned somewhat rosy from the stifling.

She hurriedly climbed out of the sleep pod with her stomach aching, ran barefoot to the washroom to take care of herself. After taking a hot shower, she wrapped herself in a towel only to realize she had no clothes to change into; she had been wearing Zong Fang’s clothes these past few days, but the one from just now was stained with blood. What to do now?

So Qiao Suisui, holding onto the towel wrapped around her body, went to the door and opened a small crack, indeed seeing two men outside standing in frozen silence. At this moment, seeing half of her body emerge by the door, with her wet hair resting on her shoulders, and a pair of helpless eyes looking at them, she looked just like a kitten drenched by the rain.

“Uh, could you get me some clothes…”