Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

"Take this suit for example. Don't underestimate it. It looks like a men's trench coat, but it's actually the second-generation Valkyrie armor from Destiny. It's bulletproof, warm, and self-cleaning, so it dries quickly and you can wear it. The reason we were able to get down here safely is twofold: firstly, the airbags wrapped us all up, and secondly, this suit has excellent barrier properties. I climbed out of the wrecked car using it and wasn't seriously injured; I could even smash the car door..."

He rambled on and on, but Bonya immediately gleaned the key information from his words: "You're injured?"

Brunhilde was startled, then realized he had let something slip: the temperature was so low that his teeth were chattering and he was speaking without thinking!

"Where are you hurt? Let me see!" Bonya hurriedly stood up and tried to walk around to face Brunhilde. Brunhilde quickly twisted her hips to move away, but the gray-haired woman grabbed her shoulder and said irritably, "It's not like I haven't seen it before! You and Coco don't even hide it from me, what's there to be shy about?"

She hadn't expected that she could actually bend this boy, who had always seemed quite strong. But what about the instincts between opposite sexes? Her first instinct was indeed to glance at the boy's exposed area, which he couldn't even cover with his hand, and her heart skipped a beat; she swallowed hard.

But she quickly lost interest in her future happiness, her attention completely drawn to the various wounds on the boy's thighs, arms, and even chest, where the skin was torn and the blood had congealed into scabs.

The most serious tear was a 30-centimeter-long gash that ran from the waist down to the lower thigh, and blood was still gushing out, making it difficult to stop the bleeding.

“It’s just a minor injury, trust me, it’s really nothing,” Brunhilde said with a smile.

Bonya was silent for a moment. "What happened? Why don't I have these injuries on my body?"

She probably guessed it.

“Bonya is pregnant.” Brunhilde didn’t say anything more.

Escaping from a wrecked and burning car is no easy feat. The airbags did protect them, but Brunhilde had to ensure Bonya's safety, so he strapped Bonya into the airbag and carried her out.

To prevent debris from injuring Bonya, he had to crawl low to the ground, resulting in numerous cuts on his front from the steel and glass, while his back remained unharmed. The injuries to his thighs were from when he was carrying Bonya during the fall; to minimize the impact on her, he had to use his own thighs to take the brunt of the fall.

"To be honest, if you weren't pregnant, I really wouldn't have gone to such lengths to protect you." Seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, Brunhilde immediately said with a smile, "Outside, they're usually the ones protecting me like this."

Bonya didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh, and she clenched her teeth tightly.

The boy could only reassure him, "I'm really fine. I have Kaslana blood, after all. My recovery ability is unmatched by ordinary people."

"Don't lie to me! Coco said it herself, you're an anomaly in the Kaslana family, you're just an ordinary person!"

“I’m really not an ordinary person.” The boy smiled slightly. “Sister Bangya, maybe I was before, but after being raised by Sister Lia for so long, I’ve drunk enough blood of the saintess to train ten saintesses… how could I still be an ordinary person?”

Bonya didn't reply. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and started looking for her stockings.

This was some unknown depth underground; there were no medical supplies, not even clean bandages. But Bonya was, after all, a former military family member, and she had learned some first aid. For Brunhilde's bleeding limbs, she should have tightly wrapped the stocking around his upper thigh.

This action was too close to a certain part of the boy's body. During this time, Brunhilde tried to do it herself, but she was slapped away by Bonya. The gray-haired young wife endured the embarrassment and pretended that she couldn't see it at all, or that even if she did see it, she didn't touch it, or that if she did touch it, it was only for medical reasons... She tied the stockings tightly around his inner thigh.

Later, Brunhilde stopped talking and watched the young wife busy herself with a smile. She burned some sable ash to plug his wound until the bleeding stopped.

"Puff puff!"

After finishing stopping the bleeding, Bonya slapped him several times and then slapped little Brunhilde to the ground, angrily saying, "You're bleeding so much your face is pale, and you still have the nerve to get congested!"

Brunhilde felt wronged. "Instinct, okay?"

"Injured like this, and freezing like this, you're still swaggering around! Bubu, your instincts have surpassed your will to survive!"

Brunhilde just smiled. He was now Bonya's pillar of support, and he had to keep a straight face. He could even flirtatiously boast, act cute, and pretend to be wronged, using this behavior to prevent Bonya from feeling guilty or nervous.

But then he heard Bonya's muffled voice.

"come on."

Brunhilde thought she had misheard.

But when he turned around, he saw the gray-haired woman with her coat open in front of him. Her eyes were downcast, and she was so embarrassed and angry that she was about to cry, but she still stubbornly pulled open her coat, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful white dress.

Beneath her pure white underwear lay a bountiful harvest, and her waist, which should have been slender, was only slightly swollen due to her pregnancy. After all, she was only five months along. She was still that quiet and beautiful girl, exuding a pure and tender maternal instinct.

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Brunhilde was stunned by the beautiful sight. He had only ever seen such beauty on Cecilia. But at this moment, he decisively restrained himself, realized what was happening, and refused repeatedly!

“It’s alright…it’s alright,” Bonya said softly. “You’re already injured, you can’t get cold. These clothes…should be enough for two people.”

"No, Sister Bonya, it's really not okay! I've been telling myself I can't touch you! Coco has been telling me I can't touch you either! You simply..."

"Don't worry, it's just for warmth. Two people...won't it be warmer?"

"You'll know what kind of person I am a year from now, Sister Bangya. I have absolutely no gentlemanly manners. I always welcome everyone, but..."

"Bubu, you talk too much!"

The young woman, dressed only in a men's trench coat with nothing underneath except her underwear, finally shouted angrily. It was unclear whether she was angry at the boy for being tactless or at herself for abandoning her sense of shame. In any case, she was furious. She stood up, she pinned Brunhilde down, she sat down, and she wrapped herself around both of them!

"hiss--"

Bonya gasped as the boy's icy body pressed against hers. His strong, cold arms wrapped tightly around her back, while her warm thighs locked around his waist, warming his torso.

Bonya wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, nestled completely into his lap, and clung to him tightly. The coat, which was originally meant for one person, fit surprisingly well over the two of them, who were sitting opposite each other, and could even be buttoned up.

Their body temperatures clasped, the icy Brunhilde and the warm Bonya embracing tightly. The boy let out a breath of pure bliss, while the young wife silently savored this feeling she had never experienced before.

Neither of them spoke.

Bonya gently adjusted her posture to make herself feel less uncomfortable, and then she noticed the boy's face, which was flushed red.

For some reason, she suddenly felt very happy.

Chapter 102 Can you feel it? Our daughter... is kicking you.

In a dimly lit underground mine tunnel, a beautiful married woman and a boy embraced tightly, their skin pressed together, as they warded off the cold.

Next to it, a wrecked vehicle was slowly burning, occasionally the leather crackling and popping as it burned.

Bonya sat on Brunhilde's lap, her hand around the back of his neck gently stroking the boy's long hair. Because they were so close, she could clearly see Brunhilde's embarrassed expression and his delicate cheeks, which were already flushed red. Brunhilde even closed his eyes, unwilling to look directly at her.

After all, what is immediately visible is the soft, fair skin of the young wife.

Bonya gently twisted her waist. "Bubu, what do we do next?"

“I went inside to take a look. There are maps inside the mine tunnels, and there are exits. We can slowly walk out. There’s no need to worry about being buried underground. Even earthquakes can’t collapse the mine tunnels. This is a century-old project after all.”

"It's been abandoned for so many years, is there any oxygen inside?" Bonya still felt uncomfortable with her buttocks and twisted her waist uncomfortably.

"Waaah... Sister Bangya, look, there's an underground river here, which means there must be air inside, so we won't suffocate. People who frequently explore underground know that you can't get out if you follow a river, not to mention we can find mine tunnel maps everywhere."

“But it’s still dangerous, isn’t it… There’s not even a light source.” As Bangya chatted with him, she subtly touched him with her arms, which were wrapped around him, running down his neck to his spine… It felt so good.

If she weren't currently clinging to Brunhilde and had to hold her the whole time, unable to free her hands, she would have liked to touch the boy's abs, which were pressed tightly against her stomach... This child looks so delicate and cute, yet his abs are of such good quality.

Yes, without that kind of waist strength, he couldn't have so easily won over a young widow like Cocolia, who was in the prime of her life.

“That’s actually easy to solve. I have a flashlight, and I can also get a torch to go in and keep out bats and insects. There are also oil lamps in the mine tunnels. These lamps can burn for a long time, but no one has lit them.” Brunhilde knew what she was doing, but he tried to suppress his feelings and make some effective communication.

"There are still lights?"

“Well, although these are mine tunnels from a hundred years ago, these large mines were quite prosperous back then. Oil lamps were a common tool for mining in the last century, and they could burn for several days to several months at a time, serving as the main means of lighting in the mines. Moreover, the presence of oil lamps also proves that these mine tunnels were not short of oxygen.” Brunhilde felt a little pleased that her logic could corroborate each other.

But Bonya didn't care what he was saying at all. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the boy who had his eyes closed and didn't dare to move. She felt a strong sense of security in her heart.

She subconsciously continued to press herself tightly against the boy, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.

"Sister Bangya, you..."

Brunhilde couldn't continue speaking; this young wife's breath was on his neck. When had he ever had to endure such things! But Bonya didn't care at all, simply keeping their necks intertwined and continuing their conversation softly, "How's your injury?"

"It's warm now, and I have a strong recovery ability, so I'll be fine soon."

Brunhilde was telling the truth. He didn't have any superpowers and couldn't be a Valkyrie, but he did have some special qualities. For example, his recovery ability was amazing. His recovery after injury was almost comparable to that of a Valkyrie, which was one of the sources of his stamina. His recovery ability even seemed to work on Cecilia and the others. Every time the girls fell asleep from exhaustion on him, they would wake up the next day feeling refreshed and energetic. Sometimes, even their colds and fevers would be cured.

However, opinions differ on whether this is truly his ability. Cecilia naturally believes it's her beloved pet's superpower, an inherent ability for him as a Valkyrie specializing in attacking succubi. But Cheng Lixue from Shenzhou believes many minor ailments can be cured with sweating, and the reason Brunhilde was able to heal them is simply because this little Ragdoll cat could make them more tired in one night than they would be at the gym for twelve hours.

Sweating more will cure the illness.

However, this set of Eastern theories was basically ignored by Brunhilde's harem, which consisted mainly of young, Western women.

“Your injuries are quite severe… I heard that you need to take the Saintess of Destiny’s serum every now and then to continue living, right?” Bangya said. “Is that a very effective supplement for you? Now that you’ve suffered so many injuries… will my blood be of any use?”

Brunhilde thought to herself, "Of course it's useless! I don't even know how my sister Lia's blood works on me. Although everyone guesses it's because of the Saintess's blood, more than one person in the Shaniat family has the Saintess's blood, but it only works on my sister Lia. My problem isn't needing to drink blood at all! Why are you talking like I'm some kind of vampire who can't live without drinking blood! I'm a great cook!"

But before he could finish speaking, Brunhilde opened his eyes and saw Bonya's expectant gaze, and he was taken aback.

"How about... you drink some of my blood? It might speed up your recovery a little bit. Don't worry about me being pregnant. Even if I am pregnant, donating 200 milliliters of blood is no problem. Besides, you must have lost a lot of blood for me... This... this can be considered my blood donation to you!"

As Bonya spoke, she swayed her hips shyly, her small, baby-giving bottom requiring Brunhilde to take deep breaths to restrain herself. He looked at Bonya's embarrassed expression, marring by her flimsy excuse, and thought, "You actually dared to suggest donating blood? We don't even have the same blood type. Besides, blood loss should at least be replenished through the veins, not through my esophagus. What do you mean by that?"

"Have some... have a drink."

But her adorable, embarrassed expression made Brunhilde understand. Perhaps Bonya wasn't unaware of the medical folly of her words, but she genuinely wanted to help him, even if it was just to quench his thirst.

And a little bit of girlish capriciousness.

Brunhilde could understand it.

Giving him her blood—in Bonya's mind, this shouldn't be Cecilia's exclusive privilege. Since they were lovers, there was no reason why Cecilia could do something she couldn't... It wasn't only Cecilia who could be his savior, his saint.

"Ah."

Brunhilde hummed in response through her nose.

Bonya's eyes lit up.

Soon, Brunhilde found Bonya's fair neck and gently tapped her with her teeth.

Unable to avoid causing Bonya pain, Brunhilde could only move with extreme gentleness. He sat on the ground, tightly wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, his teeth digging into her.

Bonya felt a strange sensation. It wasn't painful at all; rather, it felt like being coated in tiramisu—comfortable, even a little warm and languid. She silently experienced her blood being sucked by him, flowing along her veins to her neck and being tasted by him. It was as if her whole being belonged to him. For the first time, she truly felt what it meant to be "possessed."

Bonya had never realized that the two of them could be so intimate, but now her body felt weak and tingling, as if they were already intertwined.

"Is it good...?"

Brunhilde paused, then licked her delicate wound.