Chapter 81: A Bond Deepened

It was a deep, vivid red.

Who could believe that it had once been white?

It looked as if it had always been this color.

As if it had absorbed something precious.

His heart pounded.

The color of the pill was the color of love.

The depth of the red reflected the depth of their emotions, the depth of their longing.

Shen Xinghui wanted him, he loved him.

He desired a future with him—a child, their future together.

When he glanced at Shen Xinghui, he noticed him staring intently at the pill, his expression uncertain.

He couldn’t help but smile at that.

This was proof of Shen Xinghui’s love for him.

And proof of his own love in return.

"It’s rare for it to turn this color."

"Is it defective?" Shen Xinghui asked, looking slightly anxious.

He shook his head.

"The deeper the color, the stronger the love and the bond. The richer the red, the stronger the child that will be conceived."

"Oh, so it’s a good thing then."

After saying that, he casually took the pill from his hand and swallowed it without hesitation.

He was stunned—but more than anything, he was overjoyed.

He watched as the pill was swallowed, gradually merging with Shen Xinghui’s body, and soon, a mark appeared around his navel.

A deep, vivid mark.

It was proof that he had fully accepted him.

Proof that he was ready to bear his child.

His heartbeat was deafening.

He knew—he was excited.

There was no desire more fulfilling than this.

To be wanted by the person he loved.

But at the same time, he had to remind himself.

Even if Shen Xinghui had level 100 akill, that didn’t mean he was invulnerable.

Dragon Man were after all... very large.

And it was Shen Xinghui’s small body that would have to bear that burden.

If he forced him too much, he could hurt him.

Shen Xinghui kept touching the mark on his stomach, fascinated.

Even though he didn’t know exactly what it meant, there was no hesitation in his actions.

He laughed—feeling warm, filled with affection.

"That was fast."

"What?"

"The medicine has settled into your body. You’re ready to conceive."

At his words, Shen Xinghu’s face turned bright red.

His embarrassed expression was utterly adorable.

Slowly, he pushed Shen Xinghui down, gazing down at him.

Those dark eyes looked up at him with a soft smile, and his hands continued to trace over the mark.

"Does it hurt?"

Worried, he asked.

Did the medicine not suit Shen Xinghui, someone from another world?

When he voiced his concerns, Shen Xinghui simply laughed, shaking his head with amusement.

"Hm? No, I’m just making a wish."

"A wish?"

"I’m wishing for the baby to take after you. If they take after me, they’ll be tiny."

How was he supposed to react to that?

Shen Xinghui laughed so joyfully, so innocently.

It was unbearably adorable, unbearably endearing, unbearably stirring.

What kind of man wouldn’t feel a deep ache at words like those?

He hadn’t even touched him yet, but somehow, he could already see the new life growing inside him.

No, he could see even further—a future where Shen Xinghui held that precious, tiny life in his arms.

"It’s hard when you say such cute things."

"Cute?"

"I wouldn’t mind if the baby looked like you. If it’s a girl, I’d prefer it that way."

"Like me?"

"Yeah. But... hmm, that might be a problem. I wouldn’t be able to let her marry anyone."

"Why are you worrying about that already?!"

Shen Xinghui’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning bright red.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Truly, he was precious.

But if their child really did take after Ignatius, could he ever bear to let them go?

He could already picture himself scrutinizing any potential suitors, evaluating them with a sharp gaze.

If they couldn’t promise happiness, he wouldn’t accept them.

If they didn’t treasure the child as much as he did, he wouldn’t approve.

He wouldn’t let them marry at all... but thinking like that, wouldn’t he just be an overbearing father?

Shen Xinghui laughed, and he found himself laughing along.

Then, he placed a soft, deliberate kiss on his cheek.

Shen Xinghui smiled, pleased, but there was also a trace of sadness in his expression.

"Well then, first, we have to make sure we have plenty of children. I’ve always admired happy families, so I wouldn’t mind having as many as possible."

"Shen Xinghui..."

"But in return, only have as many as you can truly love and raise with care. If you can’t love them, then we don’t need many at all."

With a firm finger raised, Ignatius made his declaration.

And he vowed—he vowed from the depths of his heart.

He knew Shen Xinghui had grown up craving for parental love.

Neglect was something he despised more than anything.

He would never let that happen.

No matter how many children they had, he would love each one.

He would take responsibility for them, cherish them, and raise them with all the love he had.

When he nodded, Shen Xinghui finally relaxed, smiling in relief.

His body was so pure, untouched.

Unlike the time when he had been under the effects of an aphrodisiac, now, he was simply tense.

He leaned in, placing gentle kisses to ease that tension, tracing his lips along smooth skin.

His body was soft, his skin dewy under his touch.

Even so, Shen Xinghui’s body remained stiff with nerves.

"Xinghui, try to relax more."

At his words, those wet eyes wavered slightly—almost as if saying, "I can’t."

Of course, he couldn’t.

Shen Xinghui wasn’t good with things he had no experience in.

Even now, he was facing this moment with all the courage he could muster.

He wanted him to feel good, to enjoy it.

Slowly and carefully, he continued to touch him—not to frighten, but to comfort.

So that Shen Xinghui would feel pleasure, not fear.

So that his love would reach him completely.

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