Though no commitment had been made, Long Xuechan seemed to set aside a heavy burden, her entire being relaxing immensely, her face alight with a sweet smile.

After a lingering moment of intimacy, Long Xuechan seemed to recall something, suddenly tilting her delicate head up, her eyes fixed on Nie Kong: "Little Brother Nie Kong, did you know? Mei Xian is pregnant."

"If she's pregnant, she's pregnant. What does that have to do with me?" Hearing Long Xuechan's abrupt words, Nie Kong couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head dismissively.

"You little scoundrel, haven't you understood a word your sister said?" Long Xuechan instantly bristled, her eyes flashing as she sharply bit down on Nie Kong's shoulder.

"I understood."

Nie Kong bared his teeth: "It's just that Mei Xian is pregnant... Wait? Pregnant?"

As if suddenly grasping the implication, Nie Kong's voice spiked several dozen decibels. He instinctively sprang up from the **, gripping Long Xuechan's sharply chiseled shoulders tightly, almost word by word: "Sister Chan, are you saying, Mei Xian, is, pregnant?"

Seeing Nie Kong had finally caught on, Long Xuechan shot him a look that held a trace of exasperation: "Of course, she's pregnant. Do you think it's me who's pregnant?"

The thought alone made Long Xuechan so frustrated she felt like banging her head against a wall.

Ever since Nie Kong arrived at Dragon Island, she had tried exceptionally hard—brewing medicinal porridge for him, even pretending to be Long Mei Xian to borrow seed from Nie Kong, and each time, she had borrowed plenty. Moreover, the measures taken during the seed borrowing process had been meticulous, yet two months later, she showed no sign of change.

Instead, Long Mei Xian, who had engaged in an accidental, fierce battle with Nie Kong, found the seed inside her belly taking root and sprouting.

"Hahahaha..."

Receiving confirmation from Long Xuechan, an inexpressible joy welled up in Nie Kong's chest, and he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. After a long while, he settled back down, pulling Long Xuechan into his embrace, and began counting on his fingers. He mumbled foolishly, "Sister Chan, does this mean in eight months, I'll be a father?"

"Dream on!"

Seeing Nie Kong's smile about to overflow, Long Xuechan felt a pang of sourness in her heart, couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, and retorted, "Ordinary human women gestate for ten months before giving birth, but for us Dragon Spirit Clan women, it isn't nearly that fast."

Nie Kong quickly asked, "How long does it take then?"

"Three years!"

Long Xuechan smiled sweetly, holding up three thumbs.

"What?"

Nie Kong nearly fainted. Pregnancy lasting three years—wasn't that a massive rip-off? After a long pause, Nie Kong finally snapped back to attention, stammering, "Sister Chan, you aren't tricking me, are you?"

Long Xuechan set her pretty face in a pout, huffing angrily, "If you don't believe me, go find someone to ask tomorrow! Hmph. If it were me, never mind three years—even four or five years, I would willingly endure it."

She found it somewhat incredible that her sister had succeeded on the very first attempt. Was it perhaps because her encounter with Nie Kong had been so intense? But on second thought, the two seemed to have absolutely no connection. She had been thoroughly hit by this news these past two days and had remained listless.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I was just anxious," Nie Kong quickly coaxed with a smile.

His twenty-plus years in his past life, combined with the years since arriving on the Tian Ling Continent, put him well over thirty. Men of that age in his previous life were mostly fathers of one or two children already. Now, Nie Kong's seed had only just taken root—this was considered quite late.

Others might not understand what a child meant to Nie Kong, but he knew perfectly well. Previously, though he had never shown it, he had always worried that his experiences in this world were just a dream—once he woke up, everything would vanish.

But with a child, things were different.

A child was evidence and product of Nie Kong living in this world; from now on, he would never have to indulge in those fanciful worries. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so excited upon hearing the news of Long Mei Xian's pregnancy. It was just that thinking about the complicated relationship between him and Long Mei Xian brought on an unprompted headache.

Long Xuechan wasn't truly angry for long; she soon broke into a bright smile, her eyes filled with suspicion: "Little Brother Nie Kong, did you have some special trick when you were intimate with Mei Xian?"

Nie Kong was speechless: "Can there really be a trick to something like that?"

"That's true too."

"It's just like 'trying to plant a flower but failing, yet inadvertently planting a willow that grows into shade.' Sister Chan, is this news accurate?" Nie Kong was slightly worried he was celebrating in vain.

"Absolutely accurate. Mei Xian told me herself the day before yesterday."

"That's good then."

Nie Kong's spirits soared. Seeing Long Xuechan looking a little down, understanding what she was thinking, his eyes darted, and he suddenly flipped over, covering her exquisitely curved body, smiling slyly, "Sister Chan, you rewarded me earlier, now it's my turn to reward you. Don't worry too much; a few more times should do the trick."

"No, no, Little Brother Nie Kong, not today, Sister is still sore."

"It's fine. As long as the front door isn't sore, since I'm only using the front door now, not using the front door..."

"Stop it, ah...*"

"..."

In the early morning, a gentle breeze drifted through the quiet bamboo forest.

Long Mei Xian had also spent another sleepless night, floating lightly on a bamboo branch, gnashing her teeth incessantly. Couldn't those two ever