How much time, each second as long as a needle, had passed? Despite the cold sweat on her back, Olivia’s fingertips started to tremble.
When she parted her parched lips, fortunately, the King of Norden stepped forward.
“Sir, what are you doing? Isn’t the princess calling for you?”
“I apologize.”
The moment Cryer opened his mouth, the hairs on the back of Olivia’s neck stood on end.
Her throat was stiff, but now she couldn’t back down.
“This… way.”
Without accepting his escort, Olivia took the lead with long strides.
Cryer was the only one who noticed that her round shoulders were trembling slightly.
Upon reaching the prepared private room, Olivia repeatedly swallowed her dry saliva.
Given that so many people had seen him and her come this far, Cryer wouldn’t be able to swiftly cut off her head here.
Right… Let’s believe that.
As she hypnotized herself and stepped into the private room, Cryer entered as soon as she turned her back.
Startled.
The sound of the lock falling was louder than thunder, causing Olivia to shake her shoulders.
Finally. Finally, they were alone.
Her heart pounded so heavily that it seemed about to leap out of her mouth.
Naturally, the palpitations were not of excitement but of arrhythmia.
If she were in a situation where, as those gathered in the meeting room thought, she had fallen for Cryer at first sight and couldn’t help but call him out, she would have been truly happy…
“If Your Highness has any favorable view of me, I apologize, but I am not yet able to be with anyone.”
Before her thoughts were even finished, Cryer took a very polite but strangely annoying bow.
He kept his thin manners ambiguously, but instead of a greeting, he simply conveyed his message.
“I didn’t bring you here because I’m attracted to you. I really have something to discuss with you.”
Olivia, rubbing her goosebumpfilled cheeks, immediately denied his words. She soon waved her hand towards Cryer.
“There’s no need to keep up with manners that don’t suit you. Speak informally or formally, as you wish.”
It was the first time he had shivered so much while being spoken to with honorifics by someone else.
Well. How many times had he had experiences that weren’t a first?
Olivia, born as the princess of the Empire, had never heard informal speech, except from the emperor himself.
However, from the first meeting, Cryer spoke to Olivia unreservedly. No, not just words… he even threatened to cut off her neck.
“You wouldn’t find it difficult.”
Having been summoned by the princess of the Empire out of the blue, being alone with her, and hearing more provocative and incomprehensible words in succession, Cryer’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Olivia didn’t wait for his answer and spouted words.
She was anxious, insecure, and so scared that she couldn’t stand even a moment’s silence.
“The reason I called you here is one. How can I, or rather, what should I do?”
Olivia was desperate. And Cryer could not misread her momentum.
But he still did not bare his teeth.
“It’s hard to follow the story.”
“So, what should I do!”
Olivia tried to step towards Cryer with a determined face, but she didn’t have the courage to go that far and stopped halfway.
“For you!”
The distance between him and her was less than two steps, but to Olivia, those two steps seemed like a gaping chasm leading to a steep cliff.
“What should I do for you?”
“Your Highness, I am merely a knight of the Norden Kingdom. There is no need for you, the princess of the Empire, to do anything for me.”
Cryer, ever consistent in his ignorance, elicited a more determined outcry from Olivia, her fists clenched tightly in both hands.
“What will it take to prevent the war!”
A deep, very deep silence heavily fell in the wake of Olivia’s desperate outcry.
How long did the suffocating silence last?
“First, breathe.”
“Uh, gasp! Hahaha!”
At Cryer’s words, Olivia, who had been holding her breath, exhaled and quickly took a breath.
As air filled her deflated chest, Olivia stared at Cryer with moist blue eyes, choked with tears, as if she was suffocating.
“Di, did you just speak casually!”
“I said you could relax.”
Cryer, who had tossed aside the shell of politeness and manners, casually shrugged his shoulders and leisurely looked over Olivia.
Like a predator scanning its prey, just like that.
Feeling like a frog before a snake under his gaze, Olivia repeated in her mind.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me right now.
Would the effect of repeating the same words like a mantra work? Cryer didn’t seem to have any immediate plans to twist Olivia’s neck.
Fortunately for Olivia, Cryer showed interest in her words.
“War? What are you talking about?”
“Do we need to beat around the bush when you already know?”
She spoke as calmly as possible, but couldn’t help her voice trembling terribly.
“You know? By the way, Your Highness, what do you know?”
“Everything.”
Olivia spit out her answer without even a moment to breathe. In fact, she didn’t even know if she was breathing properly.
At her answer, Cryer slowly tilted his head.
“I know everything! That you are going to cause a war, a continental war, and bring a bloodbath! That the whole continent will tremble in your hands, and blood will flow like rivers, and people will groan in death! And!”
Olivia’s throat momentarily choked as she spewed out words frantically.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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