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

Bonya took a bite without waiting, then looked at the boiling tomato pot with a hesitant expression.

Brunhilde knew what she was thinking and said, "These are military canned goods made during the height of Tsarist Russia's power. They contain no preservatives and have a shelf life of up to thirty years. However, the shelf life is only the optimal consumption period. These canned goods can actually be kept for over a hundred years and still meet hygiene standards and are edible, although the taste may not be as good. The British previously salvaged a 140-year-old can from the seabed, which also proved that it was still edible, and the temperature here is particularly low."

"Really?"

“Of course it’s true, I’ll eat it for you.” Brunhilde scooped up a spoonful of tomato beef soup. In fact, after opening the hundred-year-old can, the meat inside had turned into powdery meat powder, like a pile of dirt. But after being cooked into a soup, it surprisingly still had a rich tomato and meat flavor, and tasted quite good.

After a spoonful of soup, I felt warm all over.

Bonya whispered, "I still don't want to eat this."

Brunhilde stared at her slightly dry lips. "Actually, in the wild, drinking broth is the best way to replenish your energy. It contains fats, proteins, and plenty of water. If you don't drink broth, you can't drink much water on your own and you'll get tired more easily. So you have to drink it; there's no time to be delicate now."

Bangya turned her head away in embarrassment. Faced with the boy's domineering gaze, she shrank back, especially since he was holding her around the waist and she could feel his strong heartbeat against her chest... He did whatever he said and wouldn't allow her to argue.

"I...I'm pregnant, it's not suitable for me to eat canned food..." Bonya carefully tried to justify herself.

“Canned food has no additives? I’ve never heard of that.” Brunhilde stared at her intently, admiring the lovely wife’s flushed cheeks, then laughed first, a very cute laugh. “However, there are indeed things in this cave that provide more protein than canned food. If Sister Bonya doesn’t eat canned food, then she’ll have to eat that.”

Bonya looked up in confusion. "What should we eat?"

"It contains egg-like substances that provide enough nutrition for a human being."

Bonya, being an innocent girl, didn't understand the meaning of such words. Unfortunately, she had just been taught this concept by Cocolia and Brunhilde a few days ago! She was immediately filled with shame, anger, and shock!

What was that point again? It's that eggs are nutritious because an egg can create a whole chicken, and that kind of thing can create a whole person... you know...

"You... Bubu, how could you do this to me! I won't drink it! Whether it's the soup or yours... I won't accept it!"

"If you don't drink, you'll be punished..."

Before she could finish saying that word, Bonya suddenly exerted her strength, squeezed her legs together and lunged forward, knocking Brunhilde down onto the simple bed that had been laid out beforehand.

She was puffed up with anger, but her eyes were full of laughter.

"I want to drink... and I want Bubu to feed me."

In the cold, silent underground mine, a hot and ambiguous atmosphere surged. Almost instantly, Bonya felt the boy beneath her's veins throbbing heavily, pulsating with astonishing heat.

Brunhilde finally couldn't hold back any longer. She threw off her clothes, turned around and pinned the woman down. Then, under the young wife's hazy and alluring gaze, she took a big gulp of tomato soup and kissed her slightly withered lips fiercely.

Bonya was so happy she almost cried; the rich aroma of the beef soup and the boy's passionate breath exploded on her tongue at the same time!

Bonya had never felt anything like this before. The young Brunhilde was so aggressive and fiery, making every cell in her body cheer for his punishment. So ardent, so vibrant, so grand, so…pampering her.

The lips parted for a long time.

Bonya felt weak all over, panting heavily, and turned her head away with difficulty to avoid looking at the beautiful child's still unsatisfied gaze.

As expected, the name was well-chosen: "Battlefield Princess" Brunhilde. Although a boy, he certainly possessed the capriciousness and nobility of a princess. He obtained what he wanted with such ruthlessness and brute force, regardless of the difference in their social status or the fact that she was pregnant with a daughter... Universal moral values ​​were meaningless to a "princess"; he only cared about what he liked, and his values ​​were what mattered.

Bonya even couldn't help but wonder if she was really... unfaithful, because she was almost certain that she couldn't resist Brunhilde at all; this little vampire seemed to be destined for her.

Whenever she met Brunhilde, she would probably be captivated by this child. Even if her ex-husband were still alive, she would surely throw herself into his arms without a second thought if she met him.

But back then, it wouldn't be the romantic tale it is now. She would be utterly disgraced, forced to cower in Brunhilde's arms and never leave. Brunhilde, however, probably wouldn't care about any of that. Once he's decided someone is his girl, he'll reveal his capricious side, and might even harm her ex-husband…

Bonya, Bonya, Bonya... if you keep going like this, you and Bubu will become... you know, husband and father, you know, Qing and Lian...

But nothing—morality, values, law, ethics—can stop them. There are always people in this world you'll fall in love with at first sight, always someone you'd have to be with even if it meant stepping into the abyss… She doesn't care how she's insulted or criticized; she's determined to be the woman this little vampire is obsessed with.

"This is my first kiss..." Bonya whispered.

"Huh? Bonya's ex-husband?"

“I…we never kissed. Alexei rarely came home, and he never returned to see me until the moment he died in battle,” Bonya said softly. “Alexei didn’t like this kind of thing, saying it was ‘useless rituals of the petty bourgeoisie.’ And I…I don’t think it was my first kiss either.”

Brunhilde's eyes flashed.

He didn't really care about Bonya's first kiss. After all, she was a woman who already had a daughter. It was really unreasonable to force a married woman or even a mother to remain a pure and innocent girl... except for pure and innocent bastards like Claire.

But if she had never even touched her husband, then her first kiss... Brunhilde felt a little uncomfortable.

“Coco took it from me a few days ago…” Bonya said shamefully. “She said she wanted me to taste… taste your flavor, and said that you always bullied her until she couldn’t get up, and she would make you regret doing it. She said strange things like, ‘You didn’t expect that, did you? Bonya’s first kiss was mine, Cocolia’s…”

Brunhilde's face turned ashen.

After calming his breathing, since Cocolia could be dealt with later, he continued to explain their situation to the gray-haired little wife.

"When we were looking for food, I explored the area. The nearest exit of the mine is two kilometers away, and it's all main ore along the way, so it's unlikely we'll encounter any collapses. This is probably the safest route. Hopefully, we won't encounter any Honkai Beasts on the surface after we come out..."

“Okay.” Bonya nodded; she completely trusted Brunhilde.

The two of them can definitely leave this place safely.

Then, after a moment of silence, in the quiet atmosphere, Brunhilde, unsure of what to do, thought for a moment and kissed him again.

Bonya hugged him, shyly closed her eyes, and awkwardly responded with her little tongue.

"I'm leaving soon..." Brunhilde said between kisses.

Bonya lay on the simple bed made of chairs, enjoying herself. Today's experience was unlike anything she had ever had before. She had only wanted to spend her life with Cocolia and her daughter, but this willful and passionate little princess had forcefully barged into her life.

"If... the first boy I ever met was you... how wonderful that would be."

In Siberia, no woman would think there was anything wrong with having been married. As the most beautiful woman in the army, Bonya naturally never looked down on herself.

But after meeting this child, she began to feel anxious and uncertain.

"I don't care, but you shouldn't think about it, Sister Bonya. When you were still a young girl, I was..." Brunhilde smiled slightly, "Back then, I was the most beautiful young lady among the second generation of Destiny."

These kinds of words are not appropriate for him to say, but since they are spoken in private, he doesn't care that they are something that should be very shameful.

Chapter 104 Baby, please let me go...

Back then, although he was a notorious good-for-nothing, he was also a renowned, long-haired, cold, and beautiful loli. On the path of being a "loli," his dedication even surpassed that of Theresa, but unfortunately, he grew up later.

Bonya felt an immense sense of happiness.

Perhaps it was some kind of "suspension bridge effect"? Anyway, after this brush with death, she finally opened up to Brunhilde. Brunhilde answered all her questions, and the so-called ethical order that had troubled Bonya had long been melted away by Brunhilde's passionate words.

—To love yourself, you must first love yourself.

This little vampire is like a honey wrapped in poison; anyone who comes into contact with it will be poisoned and sent to a hell into which the world cannot tolerate.

But it's okay.

As long as you've tasted the sweetness, worldly opinions are nothing to fear.

Eat the candy first.

You must eat the sugar.

My...honey.

In the gradually heating atmosphere, Bonya slowly lay down on the simple little bed. Brunhilde kissed her neck and suddenly realized that the two of them had completely fallen down, and he was now in the position of pinning down his wife.

"Alright, Sister Bangya, I can't hold back any longer, we should go..."

Bonya interrupted him in a low voice.

"Honey, actually, it's safe and permissible during the fourth to seventh month of pregnancy..."

Brunhilde paused for a moment as she stood up, then lowered her head, the gray-haired little wife closing her beautiful eyes, waiting shyly and nervously.

"Sister Bangya, do you know what you're saying?"

"..."

“I’ve never been very rational in this regard, so you’ve given up the last line of defense that could have protected you, Bonya.” Brunhilde ran her fingers over her cute little belly button, her smile dangerous. “Since it’s safe, then I might… not be too gentle.”

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A burst of blood suddenly erupted on the wall at the end of the mine tunnel. Brunhilde's dagger was stuck in the very center of the blood, with a small snake still writhing in its body embedded in it.

A figure wrapped up thickly pulled out the dagger, and the snake's head was also cut off and collected.

Brunhilde was dressed very strangely. Underneath his original coat, he wore a slightly larger version of Bonya's mink dress, along with other clothing of both men and women, all bundled up tightly. This odd outfit made him look like a bear.

This was not because Brunhilde had a fetish for wearing different clothes, but because he was actually wearing two people's clothes to keep warm.

Although the clothes were dry, they weren't originally designed for traversing underground mines, and their warmth wouldn't be sufficient for a long journey. So Brunhilde decided to wear two sets, and as usual, she held Bonya inside one of her clothes.

But that's just an excuse. I just really want to hold you, especially now that we're already intimate. I want to be inseparable all the time and always stick together.

However, Bonya had clung to him before because she liked him.

Now it's because Brunhilde likes it.

"Stop... Waaah... Stop, baby... I said stop..." As Brunhilde strode and even jogged through the mine tunnels, the gray-haired little wife in his arms was almost crying, clinging tightly to his neck with tears streaming down her face. "No... I was wrong... I was wrong..."

"Where did I go wrong?" Brunhilde sheathed her knife, holding a torch in one hand and wrapping her arm around Brunhilde's naked waist with the other, her smile radiant.

“I… shouldn’t have kept it from Bubu… it’s possible to have sex during the second trimester… ouch… about this…”

"Does deliberately watching me lose my temper make Sister Bangya feel a sense of accomplishment?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, baby...please...put me down."

Brunhilde continued to laugh heartily, and her mood improved even more as she listened to the young wife's pleas for mercy.

On the one hand, he wanted to punish Bonya severely and retaliate against her for hiding her embarrassing behavior from him. On the other hand, he was indeed in a hurry to get on his way and couldn't waste too much time on Bonya. So Brunhilde quickly came up with a solution that satisfied both of them.

It's about punishing someone severely while you're on your way!

“Actually, from the very beginning, when I was holding Bonya, I was thinking about playing like this.” Brunhilde stopped in front of a mine map, holding a torch to check his current location, and chatted with Bonya, who was already dizzy and could barely hold him anymore. “Bonya, you have to hold on tight. If we accidentally separate, it will add ten minutes.”