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  “Ah?” Bai Qingqing scratched the back of her head. When she suddenly got it, she sputtered with laughter.

  “Hahaha…… confinement isn’t an item. It’s a one-month period.” Bai Qingqing said with a smile, “It just means to stay at home and not go out for a month. To not be allowed to do any work and avoid being exposed to the wind.”


  Bai Qingqing thought to herself with uncertainty.

  She did hear that one wasn’t allowed to bathe and wash her hair too. But this would be too arduous, so Bai Qingqing chose to ignore that rule.

  Enlightened, Winston said, “I’ll go and block the tree hole.”


  “Eh, don’t!”


  Amid Bai Qingqing’s protests, Winston blocked out a tree hole where a cold breeze constantly entered. He gazed at the tree hole on the ground and hesitated whether he should block out this hole as well when Bai Qingqing flung the animal skin inside the blanket at him.

  “Leave some gaps to allow ventilation!” Bai Qingqing bellowed. She did sound quite energetic.

  Hearing this, Winston’s and Curtis’s hearts were at ease.

  Winston had always been indulgent of Bai Qingqing, but he wasn’t planning to relent when it concerned her health. Despite Bai Qingqing’s protests, he didn’t remove the pile of grass from the tree hole entrance and only gave up on the thought of blocking the hole in the ground after hesitating for quite a while.

  Only then did Bai Qingqing realize that Winston could be even more stubborn than Curtis, a slightly depressing thought.

  “Can you bring out the luminous balls?” Bai Qingqing asked feebly.

  “Okay.” Winston immediately retrieved the luminous balls from the wooden case, brightening the tree hole.

  Parker, who came up with the food, asked with a perplexed tone, “Why did you block the entrances?”


  Bai Qingqing replied, “So that cold wind won’t get in. What did you cook? Why so fast this time?”


  “It’s still simmering. Drink this shredded meat soup to allay your hunger first.” As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful of soup and blew upon it before feeding it to her.

  Bai Qingqing took a sip. The taste was indeed splendid. She was truly too tired yesterday. Now, she felt a voracious appetite and drank mouthful after mouthful.

  Only after finishing the meat soup did Bai Qingqing realize that An’an had fallen asleep since God-knows-when while suckling on her nipple.

  Bai Qingqing took her out from under the blanket and sighed with emotion. “An’an is such a good girl, falling asleep after drinking her fill. The name really suits her quiet demeanor.”


  Guess she took after her father, a beastman of few words.

  “Eh?” Parker looked towards An’an.

  No idea if he was hallucinating things, but he felt that An’an’s facial features seemed a tad more proportionate today. Yesterday, she basically resembled a balled-up rag.

  He stared at the baby for a good while, before poking her flushed little face with a finger.

  “Don’t do that!” Ignoring the cold, Bai Qingqing reached out from under the blanket to grab Parker’s demonic claw. “I’ve heard the elderly say that if you poke a baby’s cheeks too hard, the baby will salivate. Don’t touch her.”


  Parker immediately retracted his hand and said, “You must have been just as obedient when you were little.”


  Recalling how her mother had always complained about her being a handful growing up—even till the time she was in senior high—Bai Qingqing felt sheepish.

  “Hehe……”


  Parker gazed at An’an for a while more, before going down to attend to the soup. After finishing the bowl of soup, Bai Qingqing felt like relieving herself shortly after, so Winston went down and brought up a bucket for her to do so.

  After which, Bai Qingqing experienced a pain that made her feel she might be better off dead once more.

  Her wound hurt so damn much.

  Bai Qingqing took the chance to check her private part. Merely looking at it made her feel painful. She couldn’t believe that she had made it through all this.

  She couldn’t help thinking of her own mother. The resentment that had accumulated from all that beating, scolding and nagging suddenly faded.

  Compared to the pain her mother had endured giving birth to her, the minor aggrievedness she felt wasn’t something worthy of mention.

  All mothers were great.