Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 49: Heartfelt Connections

Chapter 49: Heartfelt Connections

"But... wasn’t that how it was in the past...?"

Shen Xinghui saw that Ignatius’s face looked incredibly hurt.

"I’m not talking about the past, and honestly, I can’t bear to hear it, it’s too raw! So there’s really not much meaning to it."

"No, it’s fine. Yes, in the past, I did repeat those things. But those were with people who were only for business... They weren’t people I truly wanted. And they, too, saw things in terms of money. I had obligations, and I was in a hurry."

Shen Xinghui felt a pang of guilt.

He had never wanted to make Ignatius uncomfortable or sad.

He truly didn’t.

He wouldn’t feel jealous of the past, he was sure of it.

Suddenly, Ignatius’s hand touched his cheek.

He looked at him with soft eyes.

Shen Xinghui liked seeing those eyes soften, becoming tender and loving.

"Maybe that’s why. I didn’t want to make it the same as with my past partners with you. I wanted to truly desire you, to connect with you emotionally, to embrace you. That’s why I couldn’t accept it. I should’ve said that at that moment. Instead of just pushing you away, I should’ve embraced you, saying that I couldn’t because I loved you. If I had just told you I wanted you, heart and soul, this wouldn’t have happened."

Shen Xinghui felt his ears burn red from embarrassment.

Yet, it made him happy.

Overwhelming emotions filled him.

Ignatius’s soft eyes captured him, freezing his movements.

As Ignatius’s lips gently pressed against his, it made his heart ache in the most unbearable way.

His body tingled.

It was hot, painful, frustrating, but so irresistible.

He loved this person and this person loved him in return.

The feeling of being touched was so overwhelming.

The warmth of Ignatius’s breath seemed almost too much to bear.

As he met Ignatius’s gaze, he felt the big hand move from his ear to his cheek.

"Xinghui, let me say it again. I love you. I want to respect your feelings, and if I can be with you, I will be happy."

"I also love you, Ignatius. I love you beyond reason. I might not be of much help, but this feeling is real."

Shen Xinghui only had one skill.

That one skill, he wasn’t sure how useful it would be.

However, he knew he shouldn’t rely on it.

The most important thing for keeping a connection, he wondered, was something he possessed.

He could only communicate, but perhaps that was enough.

The soft lips brushed against his.

Then, a tongue teased his lips.

It felt a little ticklish, and more than that, it stirred a sense of anticipation.

He opened his lips naturally.

The tongue slipped inside, intertwining with his own, making a soft sound.

The sensation was so pleasant that his mind became hazy.

The feel of the tongue sucking, the thrill of the sensation, made his whole body burn with heat.

"Xinghui, are you scared?"

Shen Xinghui shook his head.

If he were scared, he wouldn’t have accepted it.

There was no disgust.

He just wanted it, needed it.

To touch and be touched.

He wrapped his arms around Ignatius’s neck and kissed him there.

"I want you, Ignatius."

"Xinghui."

"I want to go all the way... no, I wanted to bear your child. If it’s with the person I love, there’s nothing to fear. I want to give you all of me, my heart, and I want you to have all of me. If we can make something tangible from this, it would make me happy."

When he said this, Ignatius shuddered.

He looked at Shen Xinghui’s face, uncertain.

Was this really okay?

"But... isn’t it scary for you, Xinghui? You’ve never been with a man, right? So why..."

"It’s not that I’m not scared, but I want it more than anything. I want all of your love. And I want to do everything I can. I only have this skill, and at first, I thought it was like a curse, but now, I’m glad I have it. Because with this skill, I can properly connect life between the person I care about and myself."

If there was no feeling, it would be scary.

He didn’t want to be used as an object.

It wasn’t just about anyone.

However, if it was this person’s child, he wanted to give birth to it and raise it.

He had always longed for the form of a family and wanted to raise their child with love.

As long as this person stayed by his side forever.

Ignatius was clearly troubled, deep in thought, before he took the birth pill on the edge of the bed hand.

Shen Xinghui placed his hand over Ignatius’s, which held a single birth pill in his palm.

"Xinghui, I love you. Will you truly become part of my family?" Ignatius asked.

"Yes, please," Shen Xinghui replied, his voice steady.

Looking up into Ignatius’s dark, slightly uncertain eyes, Shen Xinghui smiled.

He could feel how deeply Ignatius cherished him and it warmed his heart.

They shared a kiss, tender and close, as if pouring out all of their affection.

Every touch felt electric, and the intensity of it left Shen Xinghui weak in the knees.

It was overwhelming, almost too much, but the pleasure of the moment anchored him.

When they finally parted ways, Ignatius’s soft laughter echoed between them as he gently brushed Shen Xinghui’s cheek and placed another kiss there.

Shen Xinghui then glanced at the pill in Ignatius’s hand.

The once-white pill had turned a vivid, deep red—so bright it resembled a ripe strawberry or pickled plum.

"It’s rare for the color to change so much," Ignatius remarked after he inspecting it.

"Is it defective?" Shen Xinghui asked nervously.

This birth pill would enter his body and fundamentally alter him, preparing a place to nurture a child—one that would carry Ignatius’s seed.

It was unnerving to imagine such a powerful transformation.

If the birth pill was flawed, the consequences could be terrifying.