His arm was hard as iron, trapping hers firmly in between, leaving her no room to break free.
Her gaze drifted uncontrollably, slanting toward the man's lips.
The shame was unbearable.
Suddenly, a force came from behind!
Abruptly, before she could even react.
Her full, soft lips were captured decisively by the man before her, with an irresistible strength, kissing her deeply.
By a man.
Liam's grip on the nape of her neck tightened even more.
Their lips pressed tightly together. Celia's slightly resentful eyes fixed directly on him, yet the moment their gazes met, as if touching something forbidden, she averted her eyes.
The warmth from the man's lips transmitted through touch to her nerves, slowly spreading.
Unexpectedly.
She didn't feel disgusted.
Perhaps it wasn't so unexpected.
She had been kissed by him more than once.
Never feeling disgusted, only a bit uncomfortable at first.
The reason?
Maybe because Liam was too handsome?
No, that couldn't be the reason...
But one thing she could firmly believe...
If her current husband weren't Liam, with his flawless, strikingly handsome features,
but rather a greasy, unkempt, bearded fat man, she would probably resist to the death, absolutely revolted.
Now, she only felt that warmth.
She stiffened, at a loss...
It happened almost every time.
Those two times at night, he had taken possession of her first, making the subsequent kisses seem natural.
But now was different. From the start, the atmosphere was quiet, so quiet it made her cheeks burn, forcing her to witness herself being slowly consumed.
Without... distraction.
"Mmm~... Hah~"
Liam took her to bathe.
Living room.
The bright ceiling light spilled over the dining table.
This was the third time returning here today.
The previous two times, Liam had held her on his lap.
But each time, while feeding her, he couldn't restrain himself, changing the scene midway, necessitating another bath.
This time, the third time.
Celia finally sat alone on the stool.
Her thin body slumped weakly; even now, the hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.
Among ten plates laden with delicacies, her eyes first locked onto a dish of demonic cuisine before her.
It looked aesthetically pleasing, more like ice cream from Earth.
Celia had just given birth yesterday—how could she withstand such earlier exertion?
So now, her stomach growled with hunger.
Identifying her target, she directly scooped a spoonful of the ice cream, trembling as she slowly brought it to her mouth.
"Mmm~."
Celia's eyes instantly lit up.
It melted in her mouth, smooth and delicate—even better than the ice cream from her past life!
Liam sat on the adjacent chair, watching the girl clutch the spoon.
She delivered spoonfuls of ice cream to her mouth one after another, her grip so weak the spoon nearly slipped onto the table several times.
But visibly, her mood gradually softened with satisfaction.
As she ate,suddenly, a dollop of soft ice cream smeared onto her face, and she finally paused.
Just as she raised her hand to wipe it, the man moved first.
He brushed aside a strand of golden hair stuck to her cheek, his broad palm nearly covering half her face, gently swiping over her slightly parted lips.
Note to moderation: This is just ordinary ice cream eating! What are you thinking? Marked incorrectly!
"Too many sweets aren't good for the child. Try some of the main dishes first. They're all from high-end demon realm hotels—none taste bad."
"Mmm..."
The warmth of the man's thumb still lingered at the corner of Celia's lips.
His return to gentleness inevitably warmed her heart.
She wanted to eat more.
But...
She reached down with her small hand, touching her belly.
Was she already full?
Alright.
Indeed, she was full.
After becoming female, her stomach capacity had shrunk considerably.
The day before yesterday at noon, her mother made water spring noodles. She used to eat three or four bowls, but this time, after just one, her stomach felt stretched.
Celia glanced at the array of delicacies on the table, suddenly recalling what the clan leader said when sending her off...
"Just act a little coquettishly with him, and he'll give you any food."
She couldn't help but chuckle secretly, feeling as if she'd gained an advantage.
Without even acting coquettish, all this food was laid out before her, wasn't it?
All it took was bearing two children and doing that a few times.
No! ! ! ! !
Her smile stiffened—this was definitely a loss, wasn't it?
Celia sat obediently in her seat, her face flushing red, then paling.
Liam frowned, unable to resist asking, "What? Why are you spacing out? Eat."
Questioned, Celia stiffened, replying in a soft, timid voice, "I'm full... I don't think I can eat anymore..."
"You ate too many snacks."
Liam furrowed his brow, his tone carrying a note of seriousness: "We'll have to manage that next time. Save them for after meals. If your nutrition intake is poor, be careful the hatchlings don't develop properly."
"Sorry..." Celia apologized softly, simultaneously sighing in relief.
She thought Liam would scold her like he had that morning.
After eating,
she simply dropped the spoon beside the plate, placed her hands on her knees, unsure what to do.
"Um, Lord Liam... I'm full."
Celia reminded him again, requesting, "May I go see the babies?"
"Go ahead. No need to be so reserved around me."
"Thank you..."
How could she not be cautious?
She feared that any misstep might upset him.
And then she'd be the one crying.
Celia pressed against the table, exerting a bit of force, laboriously shifting her hips off the stool, attempting to stand.
But the next moment...
"Thud!"
She fell solidly to the floor, landing in a prone position, utterly disheveled.
Now, even a little exertion made her legs tremble and weaken.
She whimpered softly in pain, slowly drawing her knees up, covering them with her pale fingers, gently rubbing.
She couldn't even walk.
Tears welling in her eyes, Celia looked up, her gaze full of helplessness.
Just as she was about to ask for help, unexpectedly, Liam instantly crouched down, carefully lifting her by the waist.
Holding her as one would a daughter—one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back—he cradled her against his chest, leaning close to her ear to whisper with a light laugh, "Heh, my fault."