Chapter 387

Chapter 387: A Pregnancy Makes One Foolish for Three Years

Yuan Papa explained that the origin consciousness within Feng Rong could only be soothed by You You’s presence. Initially, everything would’ve been fine if she’d stayed by his side.

But after returning from the Nether Realm, Feng Rong suddenly found himself carrying a baby. Overwhelmed by irritability and disbelief, he isolated himself on Second Peak. You You, busy with sect matters, hadn’t paid him much attention. The origin grew unstable without her proximity, worsening Feng Rong’s condition.

Guilt gnawed at You You as she gazed at the drowsy figure on the bed, feeling like a heartless scoundrel. She handed sect duties to Ling Qi and entrusted Yuan Papa with retrieving the mysterious water, dedicating herself fully to calming Feng Rong’s origin consciousness.

Perhaps due to the energy she’d transferred earlier, Feng Rong’s pallor faded, replaced by a soft pink flush—different from his usual angry crimson. His beauty grew even more striking.

Staring at him, she found him… oddly alluring.

Her heart softened. Drawn closer, she noticed the blush wasn’t limited to his cheeks—it trailed down his neck to his half-exposed chest. His collar hung loosely, revealing skin flushed pink.

Her hand, originally aiming to pinch his cheek, drifted downward. Just as she considered tugging his collar further, his misty eyes snapped open.

“You You?”

“Uh…” She guiltily withdrew her hand. “Awake?”

“Mm.” His dazed eyes showed no awareness of her actions.

“Feeling better?”

Regaining slight clarity, he frowned. “No.”

“Then—” She leaned closer.

Feng Rong abruptly yanked her retreating hand, pulling her off-balance. He flipped them, pinning her against the inner bed. His feverish body pressed against hers as he nuzzled her forehead, murmuring hoarsely, “You You… You You…”

His voice—soft, tender, laced with grievance and sweetness—pierced her heart.

She hugged him back, patting his spine. “What’s wrong?”

“Had a dream.” His foggy gaze met hers.

“What dream?”

“We married.” He grinned goofily. “Then… you said we needed babies. Wanted me to lay eggs—lots! You’d scold me if too few.” His expression crumpled.

“Uh…” Her hand froze. *Silly bird, that’s not a dream—you’re actually carrying one!*

“Did you agree?”

“Mm.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Egg-laying hurts. Can’t let You You suffer. I’ll do it.”

Her heart ached with bittersweet warmth. Certainty solidified within her. “Silly bird.”

He’d already dozed off, arms locked around her. His heartbeat thudded against her ear.

After a long pause:

“Feng Rong.”

“…Mm.”

“Let’s marry after the origin consciousness is born.” The sect rumors demanded she claim him properly.

“Mm.”

Another pause.

“WHAT?!” He jerked awake, eyes wide.

Smiling, she cupped his face. “Willing?”

He stared, consciousness flickering between clarity and haze. Finally, he mumbled, “No take-backs. Even in dreams!”

“…How many such dreams have you had?!”

Red light flared as Feng Rong summoned divine power. Multicolored phoenix wings cocooned them like a quilt. His palm heated—he’d forced his sole golden tail feather, previously hidden, into her hand.

Blushing furiously, he declared, “My true feather’s yours. No returns, even in dreams!”

*Still thinks this is a dream?* You You stifled laughter. Had the Demon God forgotten his status, believing himself merely a bird?

She stored the feather in her divine sense, then kissed him. “Won’t return it.” *Consider this betrothal accepted.*

Eyes widening, he crushed her to the bed, claiming her lips with desperate fervor. His gaze glazed over, surrendering completely to the moment.

Night deepened, dreams lingering…