Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 151 Favoritism towards Taylor
That evening, the second floor was filled with the warmth of spring, while the third floor was as cold as a cicada's song.

Taylor tried hard to block out the noise coming from downstairs.

But the sound was extremely penetrating; even if he plugged his ears, he couldn't stop it.

Moreover, the loudest voice was male, and Taylor knew that Zeref was doing it on purpose; the other man was deliberately showing off to him.

In the second-floor room, Ophelia kicked Zeref, her eyes reddening. She said gruffly, "Keep your voice down."

The intensity of his words made her feel a little shy.

Zeref leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on Ophelia's lips, his voice hoarse. "I can't help it, you're just too tempting."

"You're not allowed to do that."

Ophelia knew that males had excellent hearing, and she could imagine how complicated Taylor's feelings must have been upon hearing such a noise.

She even regretted it a little; she shouldn't have given in.

Zeref could tell that Ophelia regretted it, and his eyes darkened.

However, he dared not make too much noise this time, for fear of really angering Ophelia and there wouldn't be a next time.

In the end, Ophelia stopped Zeref.

Zeref's eyes welled up with tears, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Why?"

Ophelia said shyly, "It wouldn't be fair to Taylor if I got pregnant with your baby again."

Zeref was somewhat dissatisfied, but Ophelia glared at him fiercely.

She wiped the sweat from Zeref's face and praised him in a soft voice, "That's a good boy."

Zeref felt that Ophelia was praising him like a dog, and he gave a helpless smirk.

What else could he do? He could only pamper his partner himself.

That night, Zeref was very happy.

But by the next evening, his face had fallen again.

Because Ophelia's main principle is to treat everyone equally, like rain or dew.

However, she still favored Taylor and was willing to have Taylor's baby.

"Princess, I love you." Taylor said these words with red eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Ophelia bent slightly, her fair fingertips wiping away Taylor's tears, and she offered him a kiss.

"Taylor, I love you too."

“That’s enough, Princess.” Taylor’s voice was hoarse.

He didn't ask for much; he just wanted the princess to have him in her heart, even if he wasn't the most important one.

Ophelia seemed to read his mind, and her heart skipped a beat.

She whispered in his ear, "Taylor, you are the most important person in my heart."

When Taylor heard Ophelia say that, his heart warmed and his nose tingled with emotion.

Ophelia felt the burning heat, and her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.

Did she say something wrong?

Sweat dripped from Taylor's forehead onto her cheeks.

“Princess, I am enough.”

Seeing Taylor's determined look, Ophelia had no choice but to compromise.

Zeref, on the third floor, naturally heard the commotion below and also overheard Ophelia's heartfelt confession.

The second son, Dan, was still wide awake, so he went to Zeref's feet, wanting his father to play with him.

"Father, play with me."

Zeref was in a bad mood and became very irritated by what he said.

He stared coldly at Danel on the ground, his foot twitching slightly. He could see the resemblance between his second son and Ophelia's features, and ultimately restrained himself from kicking him.

Dan had no idea what his father was thinking.

He wanted to get close to Zeref, but was stopped by that look.

"go to bed!"

Dan'er pursed his lips, knowing his father's uncompromising nature, and could only transform into his beast form and return to his grass nest to sleep.

Three days later, Ophelia finally finished making twenty bottles of Golden Wound Medicine and ten bottles of White Medicine Life-Saving Pills.

Just as she was waiting for Ram to come and pick up the goods, a commotion suddenly broke out not far away.

Ophelia looked up and saw a group of males hurrying toward her, with Laxus leading the way.

Laxus looked anxious. "Ophelia, this member of our tribe is injured. Do you think your healing potion can save him?"

Ophelia examined the male lying on the ground; he looked to be only 20 years old, with a long claw mark on his lean abdomen.

The claw marks were deep, the skin was torn off, and blood stained his entire body.

"I am also not certain."

After all, even the best medicine isn't a panacea. If someone is seriously injured, even the best medicine won't save them.

"Ophelia, please, you must save my brother. He's still young and hasn't found a partner yet." Suddenly, the male beside her grabbed Ophelia's hand.

Because he was emotionally agitated, he didn't control his strength, and Ophelia's wrist immediately turned red.

"I can only try, I can't guarantee that I can save him."

The male knew that his younger brother was badly injured, so he didn't insist.

"It's alright, as long as you're willing to help, I can accept whatever the outcome." The male's voice trembled.

Seeing this, Ophelia sighed, poured out a white medicine pill from the earthenware bottle next to her, and put it into the male's mouth so that he would swallow it.

"Come with me."

The injured male was quickly placed in the room Laxus had stayed in before.

Taylor wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of blood.

However, with lives at stake, he didn't say anything.

Ophelia took out a packet of medicine and asked Taylor to brew it; it was a Chinese herbal medicine packet used for disinfection and sterilization.

Then she quickly sprinkled the hemostatic powder onto the wound on the male's abdomen.

The bleeding from the wound stopped within minutes.

Seeing this, the young male next to him felt a glimmer of hope.

Once the bleeding had completely stopped, Ophelia began to wipe the bloodstains around the male's wound with warm water.

After she finished wiping the filth off the male's abdomen, Taylor came in carrying the prepared herbal medicine.

Ophelia used clean animal hide dipped in cooled medicinal soup to repeatedly wipe the skin around the male's wounds to disinfect him.

After disinfecting, Ophelia applied wound medicine powder to the wound and then wrapped it with animal skin gauze.

She took out two packets of fever reducers and handed them to the young man. "If he gets a fever, boil these medicines for him to drink."

"One bowl at a time, one packet can be drunk three times, boil three bowls of water down to one bowl."

“If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask Taylor. As long as he can hold on for three days, his life will be out of danger,” Ophelia carefully instructed the injured male’s brother.

The male brother nodded gratefully.

He pulled a yellow crystal from his pocket. "Ophelia, this is your reward."

"You can keep it for now, and give it to me after he's out of danger."

The male's injury was clearly more serious than his brother's last one, so he was unsure of what to do.

This is the third time.