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

Chapter 3: Under the Skirt
Ophelia was drinking porridge and was frightened by the noise. Her hands shook and some of the porridge splashed out, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

"Princess." Taylor exclaimed when he saw this scene, and he hurriedly used a corner of his fur skirt to wipe her hand.

The two of them were very close to each other, and Ophelia's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Taylor's assets under her animal skin skirt.

"Well, it's early in the morning, and you're full of energy and quite strong." After regaining her modern memory, Ophelia was free from her shackles and released her nature of being obsessed with looks and being a slut.

Although she was hurt by Loki, she still believed in love, enjoyed the feeling of being loved, and she wanted more love in this life.

If you break up, you break up. If you say goodbye, you say goodbye. The next one will be better.

"Ah, Ophelia, what are you doing?" The little female's sharp voice sounded in the room.

Ophelia frowned unhappily, her good mood from the morning gone.

"Are you blind? I got burned and Taylor is wiping me down."

Michelle pretended to be concerned and stepped forward, "Oh, it's so red, Taylor Guardian is so considerate."

"Loki, you have to study hard. After all, Ophelia is your little female, and it is your responsibility to take care of her." Michelle looked at the pair of flawless white jade hands stained red, and her eyes turned red with jealousy.

She usually took care of her hands, but they were not as beautiful as Ophelia, the spoiled Golden Dragon Princess.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Michelle's eyes, but she quickly hid it.

"Ophelia, did you ask Taylor to go find a wizard to get the blood crystal? Now the tribe is saying that you are going to end your partnership with Loki. If you are angry with me, I can explain. Loki and I are innocent. He did not do anything to betray you."

Ophelia gave her a cold look, with a sarcastic look on her face. "Don't you have it, or don't you dare?"

A male who has contracted a sole mate will explode and die if he mates with another female. Of course, the same applies to the female as well.

"Of course not. Loki has always liked you, and I'm over him." Michelle looked a little lonely at the end.

Seeing her like this, Loki felt a pang of pain in his heart and wanted to hold her in his arms to comfort her.

"I was the one who wanted to take her to the Wishing Pond. I was wrong about this. Please don't make things difficult for her."

Ophelia sneered and took out the blood crystal stone beside the bed.

The blood-red crystal glows in the sunlight, and a mysterious power seems to flow within it.

When Michelle saw the blood crystal stone, her breathing stopped and joy surged in her heart.

But she soon calmed down. Loki had not yet ascended to the position of patriarch, and they could not dissolve their partnership.

Loki suppressed his anger and spoke more slowly. "Ophelia, please stop it. I've been busy lately and neglected you. I'm wrong. I'll make it up to you when I become the leader, okay?" This was a crucial moment in his bid for the position of leader, and he couldn't let his relationship with his partner have a negative impact.

In the past, no matter how big the problem was, he could always be forgiven as long as he bowed his head slightly, and he thought it would be the same this time.

But when he met a pair of cold blue eyes, his heart suddenly tightened.

"I'm not joking, I'm serious." To show her determination, Ophelia bit her finger and dripped blood onto the blood crystal stone.

Loki's expression turned colder. "Do you really have to make such a fuss? I've already explained it to you. What else do you want?"

Ophelia threw the blood crystal into his arms and said impatiently: "I have already dripped the blood, you can do whatever you want. If the statute of limitations is exceeded, I will forcibly terminate the partnership."

"What?" Michelle exclaimed, "Ophelia, don't be impulsive. Forcibly ending the exclusive partnership will not only cost you half a year of your lifespan, but even Loki's strength will be affected."

"Even if you blame Loki, you can't do this. The clan leader competition will be held in a month. His strength cannot be compromised. If he does, he will lose his life."

Loki was equally furious.

At this moment, the cry of a little female cub was heard, and a blonde little female cub ran in from outside the house in a panic.

The little female cub was all red, and her face was covered with small red bumps. Anyone who knew knew that she was suffering from allergies.

"Oh, mother, it's itchy, my face is itchy."

Amy has had a weak constitution since childhood and her skin is sensitive. She is allergic to most pollens. If she is even slightly exposed to pollen, her body will become inflamed and covered in rashes.

So when she learned that her daughter wanted to make a wish at the wishing pond, she went deep into the forest to collect flowers that Amy was not allergic to. However, she never expected that when she arrived at the wishing pond in a mess, she would hear her daughter's words.

Yesterday, Amy was holding flowers that Michelle picked on the roadside, so she expected to have an allergic reaction.

"Woo woo, mother..."

"Amy, what's wrong with you?" Michelle squatted down with concern, then raised her head as if she understood something.

"Ophelia, even if you are jealous that Amy likes me as her aunt, you won't punish Amy in this way. She is your little cub."

Loki's face changed drastically. He stepped forward, grabbed Ophelia's wrist, and said through gritted teeth, "Ophelia, how can you be so vicious? No wonder Amy doesn't like you. You asked for it."

Ophelia ignored him and looked at Amy calmly with her eyes downcast. "Amy, is it really me who caused you to be like this?"

Amy was already four years old and had been very smart since she was young, so she naturally knew what was wrong with her.

"me···"

Michelle pulled her into her arms and comforted her. "Amy, don't worry, just speak up. Your father and I won't dare do anything to you with us around. If something like this happens once, it will happen again. You have to speak up bravely so it won't happen again."

Amy was a little bewildered, her eyes panicking. "Mom, I'm itchy."

Ophelia said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

Children are children, after all, with little patience. She scratched her hands and whispered, "It's not Mother's fault. She didn't punish me. I'm just allergic to the flowers I used in the Wishing Pond yesterday."

Michelle's expression froze, and she felt that her anxious questioning just now was a joke.

Loki was also stunned. He hadn't expected the truth to be like this, but he didn't want to lose face. "Since you knew Amy was allergic to pollen, why didn't you prepare in advance? Why did she suffer so badly now?"

Ophelia snorted coldly and glanced at the dehydrated flowers on the wooden table.

"Is it because I didn't prepare in advance, or is it because you three were too impatient and left me behind to go to the Wishing Pond first?"

Loki, "..."

He remembered that yesterday, the little female repeatedly told him to wait for her to come back before going to the wishing pond together. It was because Amy and Michelle were too anxious that...

Seeing the flowers on the table, Amy felt a little guilty, "Mom, it's itchy, please apply medicine to me first."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's apply medicine to Amy first. If she continues like this, she will probably scratch her face." Michelle changed the subject.

The three of them looked at her expectantly.

A smile played on Ophelia's lips, "Sorry, we're out of medicine."

"Then go pick them quickly. I'm itching to death."

Ophelia's face was calm and indifferent. "You want Aunt Michelle to be your mother, right? Why don't you ask her to pick herbs for you?"

"Anyway, you don't like me as your mother, so you definitely don't want to use the herbs I picked, right?" After saying that, she blinked.

Michelle, Rocky, Amy, "..."

(End of this chapter)