I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game

"Cough... cough I... cough it's nothing... cough cough...."

His fingertips were slightly rough from years of training, but now he held that delicate wrist with the lightest touch he had ever used, as if he were holding some rare treasure, afraid to crush it.

When the coughing subsided, his hand didn't let go. He slowly asked, "How have you been lately?"

Qiao Suisui was taken aback and said, "If I say I'm not doing well, that would be a little melodramatic, because everyone has taken very good care of me."

Anubis didn't miss the flicker of sadness on her face, deliberately ignoring the 'everyone' mentioned in her words. After a two-second pause, he asked, "But are you happy?"

Qiao Suisui's expression became a little stagnant. It was the first time someone had asked her if she was happy since she came here.

Her throat tightened, and she subconsciously avoided the question, as if answering it would force her to reveal her grievances in front of him.

She forced a smile, shifting the topic, "Just now, with them around, it wasn't convenient, so I didn't ask. The person who hurt you... do I know him?"

By asking this, she already had an answer in mind.

Anubis was silent for a few seconds, emotions churning in his eyes.

"Yes."

"Is that person Zong Fang?"

Fearing Anubis might not recognize the name, she took out a photo of him and showed it directly to him.

Anubis stiffly nodded. He didn't conceal Zong Fang's actions because he was covering for him, but because he didn't know how to face Qiao Suisui.

Even though he was somewhat delirious from the severe injury at the time, Anubis remembered every word Zong Fang had said. Thus, he could surmise why this man had sought trouble with him and even wanted to kill him quickly.

Realizing this, Anubis didn't dare to meet Qiao Suisui's eyes. His heart was constantly wavering... Did Qiao truly like him? If not, then why would Zong Fang want to kill him? If so, how should he face these feelings... especially since they were both male...

"Qiao, you are a good person... I mean... I won't reject you. I just don't know if I am... But I will seriously give you an answer... It might, it might take some time...."

Anubis spoke chaotically, and Qiao Suisui was also confused.

She tilted her head, puzzled, "It should be me who owes you an explanation."

Anubis was taken aback, but his heart sank when he heard what she said next.

"Bi, I'm sorry, it's my fault this all happened. There are some issues between him and me that I haven't sorted out properly. Although he's paranoid, he has always been good to me, so even if everyone thinks he is unscrupulous, I don't want to condemn him with others. I know he did something terrible to you, let me make it up to you, whatever it is, I will find a way to make amends."

After she finished, there was no response from Bi for a long time. Qiao Suisui looked up and saw him staring at her quietly. His eyes seemed to become especially dark, so dark that they lost all reflection.

"Bi?"

Qiao Suisui looked at him with bewilderment, only to see Anubis bow his head and slowly let out a gentle chuckle, one more pronounced than his usual smiles, yet devoid of any happiness. The emotion was too complex for Qiao Suisui to understand.

"I don't want your compensation," he said.

Qiao Suisui's heart clenched, thinking he couldn't forgive her, but then she heard him say, "I have already received so much from you..."

Those were memories he had never had before—mundane yet precious. They were days he would gladly exchange anything to have, days he had longed for.

"Also, that person didn't kill me in the end. Look at this." Anubis extended his arm, showing her the dark bloodline. "He gave me his blood to drink. I guess it's because his blood didn't cause a rejection reaction in my body, suppressing my violent tendencies."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Suisui was astonished.

"Qiao, he helped me," Anubis looked at her earnestly, the seriousness in his eyes giving him a steadiness beyond his years. "He misunderstood, and...he cares about you a lot."

Qiao Suisui was taken aback, taking her time to process the information in his words. After a while, she finally caught on and said, "Are you saying...he thinks I like you?"

Anubis silently looked at her. For a moment, he was about to ask: Was his assumption correct?

However, he just indifferently looked away, restraining the impulse in his heart—like a frenzied sparrow fluttering wildly inside him, wanting to break free.

Qiao Suisui failed to notice his dejected expression and frowned in thought, "But that's not right. If it were just that, it wouldn't drive him to such abnormal behavior..."

In her eyes, Zong Fang was a proud man, and because of his strong capabilities, he would never harm someone in secret. Typically, if someone irked him, he would take care of it on the spot; he was even less likely to be as fickle as he was this time, switching between killing and helping.

Qiao Suisui's thoughts began to trace back to the very beginning, realizing that everything started from the night of the banquet, with his abrupt departure. Although she had asked Zong Fang for the reason, he didn't explain what had happened.

"The banquet...Lanze?"

Anubis saw her muttering to herself and then suddenly seemed to realize something, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Bi, thank you for telling me all this," Qiao Suisui looked at him seriously, "No matter what, I will give you an explanation."

...

Stepping out of the hospital room, the echo of Bi's words still resonated in Qiao Suisui's mind. Her steps gradually halted, and she opened her Light Computer, expertly finding Zong Fang's ID. She stared at it for a while, then exited. Taking a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly, she reopened the conversation box with him and saw the message stopped on three words—

[I'm waiting for you.]

That was the message he had sent last time when he came to pick her up from school.

Qiao Suisui opened his ID, her finger hovering over the call button, hesitating. Though it was just a brief two seconds, it felt incredibly long. Suddenly, a message popped up on her Light Computer screen.

Qiao Suisui paused, but eventually answered the call. The pleasant voice came through, its usual irritating tone intact.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Qiao."

Qiao Suisui: "..."

"Dr. Qiao, are you there? Could you take a look at me?"

"What's your big ailment?"

"I've been wounded by your coldness."

Qiao Suisui: "..."

Five minutes earlier, Carl had finished his mission and couldn't wait to turn on his Light Computer.

In his imagination, there were no missed calls, okay, no problem, she never liked making calls anyway. Okay, let's check the messages.

Carl swiped down, refreshing his Light Computer to reveal any unread messages.

0.

Just at that moment, a Federation colleague patted Carl on the shoulder to greet him, but noticed he didn't respond, even his silhouette seemed somehow resolute.

The colleague was puzzled and wanted to call out to him, but heard Carl with closed eyes holding the Light Computer as if chanting: "This is not a Light Computer, this is not a Light Computer, these are slippery intestines, these are slippery intestines. I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."

The colleague looked at the Light Computer in his hand and said, "That's a Light Computer alright, Carl, are you hungry?"