Chapter 303 - Fermenting Wine (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Parker plucked a whole load of grapes from this grape tree. Thankfully, when he went out, he had layered an animal skin over Bai Qingqing, else it would be inconvenient to bring back.

Bai Qingqing, who couldn’t bear to leave the cooling forest, sat down next to the small mountain of grapes and started munching on them. Parker crawled down the tree, gazed at his surroundings, then suddenly said, “Qingqing, let’s mate here while Curtis isn’t around!”

“Pff!” Bai Qingqing spat out the grape in her mouth. Choked on the sweet grape juice, she went into a bout of coughs. Blood gushed up to flush her cheeks, reddening her entire face in an instant.

Feeling terribly awkward, she glanced at Winston by the side, then scolded him. “You don’t want face!1”

Parker touched his face. “Since when did I not want my face?”

Although he didn’t understand what Bai Qingqing’s words meant, it obviously wasn’t something nice. Parker decided to ignore that. He had been feeling defeated about not succeeding in impregnating Bai Qingqing with his cubs the last time. So, this time around, right after Bai Qingqing’s estrous cycle ended, he requested to mate with her. However, he was still worried.

“Food is in abundance at the moment. If you give birth to our cubs now, we’ll be able to provide them with the best food. Moreover, I feel that you’re probably too nervous when Curtis is around, which makes it not easy for you to conceive. That’s why I’m thinking of mating with you outside once.”

Parker’s words seemed to make sense, and Bai Qingqing had no words to rebut that.

Looking down the bridge of his nose and shutting everything out, Winston removed his animal skin and transformed into his tiger form. From the looks of it, he was prepared to keep a lookout for the two of them.

Bai Qingqing’s cheeks flushed even redder. She had just thought of how she was going to refuse Parker when he circled his arms around her waist and brought her to a patch of lush grass.

“No! That’s too shameful… ooh!”

The voice of a female was heard from the grass, and right away it sounded muffled like a hand was laid over it. Shortly after, that voice—with its regained freedom—transformed into a series of soft moans.

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By the time the three of them returned to the castle, the sun had slanted west, and the temperature had fallen.