Selene Kane was momentarily stunned; it was her first time hearing such a direct confession from so close.
In this world, expressing emotions is a luxurious act.
Especially in such a resource-strapped and complex societal environment.
At that moment, a part of her heart seemed to have been gently touched.
She slowly sat on the edge of the bed, softly laying her slender legs on the plush bedding.
She raised her hand, her voice gentle like water: "It’s alright, I’m quite happy to see you too."
Upon hearing her words, Zane seemed greatly encouraged, moving forward slightly, gently resting his forehead against her embrace.
His movements carried a hint of caution.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked softly, "Is the child in your belly... today’s man’s?"
Selene Kane’s previously gentle expression froze for a moment, her heart involuntarily speeding up a beat.
His intuition was surprisingly accurate.
She didn’t respond immediately but took a light breath.
Her face maintained a gentle smile.
After a moment, she calmly asked, "Why did you suddenly ask this? Hayden Langdon is a good Beastman, he has good relations, a stable personality, and you’ll be willing to get along with him in the future."
Zane’s expression changed, fleetingly showing obvious disgust.
But his reaction quickly recovered, replaced by a pitiful look, lips slightly upturned, eyes moist.
He whispered, "If it were my child, I would never let you suffer like this."
Selene Kane couldn’t help but show a slightly sarcastic smile.
Looking at Zane before her, a chill rose in her heart.
Empty promises—anyone can make them.
Since arriving in this world, even the fate of the child in her belly was beyond her control.
How could promises come so easily?
Although Zane was sincere, he seemed unaware that his words had hit Selene Kane’s inner forbidden zone.
Yet he clearly sensed the coldness in her tone.
The once warm atmosphere instantly cooled.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, unable to pinpoint what went wrong, only able to lower his eyes silently.
Her eyes showed a hint of contemplation.
As a member of the Oceanic Race, their group’s fertility has long been quite strong.
Therefore, unlike the land Beastman, who held an intense desire for reproduction.
Nonetheless, Zane had somewhat learned about the female groups on land.
From the information he gathered, the female groups on land generally love children.
Not only are they full of tenderness toward their young but also willing to invest a lot of thought into family.
"You also really like having children?"
Zane finally asked, with a hint of probing in his tone.
He started to suspect if he had inadvertently said something like "temporarily don’t want children," causing her anger.
This was not his true intention; he’s just not ready yet.
Currently, he just wants to focus on spending time with this female.
The world between them makes him feel relaxed and at ease.
Regarding having kids, he doesn’t strongly oppose it.
If she truly cares, he wouldn’t be unable to accept a future where a group of children appears in their life.
Just thinking of those scenes makes Zane feel a bit agitated and chaotic, disrupting their peaceful time together.
Oh well, just wait until they are truly born.
Then we’ll send those little ones to train in the sea, early independence should lessen the trouble.
Selene Kane sat beside him, gently smoothing Zane’s hair.
She gradually realized, ever since crossing into this world, she seemed to particularly enjoy stroking their heads.
In her previous world, her family had a few pets, and she always habitually petted them while daydreaming.
Unexpectedly, after crossing worlds, this instinct-like habit continued.
Their hair was soft and elastic.
If it weren’t for them ordinarily looking like regular men, she might suspect something was amiss.
She herself was unsure whether the child in her belly was a human baby or would give birth to some sort of creature later.
Every morning upon waking, she’d stare at her belly for a while, pondering what the little one inside looked like.
Sometimes she’d even stroke her belly, quietly asking if there were any tails or wings growing inside.
Telling someone this, no one would believe it, yet it happened to her.
She could only silently accept, as rebellion was useless.
Selene Kane spoke softly, and when relaxed, her voice even mildly rose at the end.
It made people feel comfortable, easily fostering goodwill.
When others spoke with her, they unconsciously slowed their speech.
Even the most restless male Beastman became more discreet in front of her.
"Let’s just leave it at that."
She leaned against the bed, fingers absentmindedly twirling her hair ends.
She knew the days ahead wouldn’t be easy.
But with things as they were, she could only move forward.
She looked down at her hand, fingertips slightly pale from gripping too tightly earlier.
There were no other paths for her to choose; if there were, she wouldn’t have come this far.
Aside from Caleb Shaw having black hair, everyone else’s hair color related to their original appearance.
For instance, the female beside Hayden Langdon had glaring orange hair.
That color was nearly dazzling, reflecting under the lights like a fluorescent dye.
It’s said to be the color of her original feathers, preserved after Transformation.
Even though Caleb Shaw appeared with black hair, Selene Kane remembered during his first Transformation, there were no black hairs on his body.
She faintly recalled Caleb Shaw’s true form was probably not black.
Zane’s body couldn’t stay away from water for long; no matter how reluctant, he had to soak in the tub.
Every time he’d be away for over three hours, his skin would become dry and tight, small cracks beginning to form between his fingers.
The most severe case was when he wandered too far; upon returning, blood beads were already seeping from his fingertips.
Since then, they agreed to return to the bathroom each night before ten.
When soaking in water, he became completely silent, even his breathing slowed.
Just as he left, Hayden Langdon flew in from the window.
Before the butterfly settled, its buzzing arrived first, irritating her brain.
The sound was sharp and dense, seemingly burrowing directly into her ears, making her nerves itch.
She raised a hand to cover her ear, frowning unconsciously.
The window wasn’t shut tightly, the curtain swinging back and forth with the wind, moonlight spilling on the floor, casting the butterfly’s flickering shadow.
"Female! Female! Female! Did you miss me? I missed you! Hey, coming to your place, those Beast Husbands of yours won’t give me trouble, right?"