Chapter 4

After giving birth, Chu Ye was extremely weak. He leaned against the headboard, looking like a ravaged, tragic beauty.

The palace attendants felt a wave of pity for him.

Then, their gazes frequently shifted to his chest, which was becoming increasingly engorged.

[Me: “They’re getting bigger, you know. Is this what a male mama is?

Nice. I like it. Send more.”]

Chu Ye, furious, ordered the attendants to get out.

But without anyone to attend to him, his breasts began to ache from the milk.

I could smell my food.

Seizing the opportunity, I started refusing the wet nurses’ milk!

Yep! I was on a hunger strike!

Chu Ye was in agony from the engorgement. When he heard the attendants’ report, his mood soured even more.

“If she won’t eat, let her starve to death!”

He said it with finality, but the people around him wouldn’t dare let me starve.

They tried every method to get me to drink milk, but I just refused and wailed.

Chu Ye found the noise irritating and had them move me further away.

[System: “Are you really so sure Chu Ye will feed you? Don’t play yourself to death.”]

I said it was fine, because I was the legendary hunger strike champion.

When the attendants tried to force-feed me, my infant esophagus was too shallow, and I choked.

Realizing this was a good opportunity, I pretended to pass out.

As expected, a flurry of panic ensued, and I was rushed to the dragon bed.

The palace was in chaos. Physicians rushed about, trying to fix the situation.

When I opened my eyes, a large shadow fell over my face.

-Wow, so big.

So hungry.

I really wanted to crawl over and nurse.

But right now, I was just a fragile newborn, only a few days old.

Chu Ye had just angrily dismissed the physicians and attendants who wanted to help him express milk.

Then his eyes met mine.

I blinked at Chu Ye, made a “wah” sound, and smiled at him.

Chu Ye stared at me with a cold face for a long time. His tone was disgusted.

“…Silly grin.”

I bared my gums-babies don’t have teeth.

I switched to a pitiful expression and looked at him.

Then I looked at the “milk.”

I let out a few “wahs,” making some unintelligible sounds, looking utterly wronged.

Chu Ye’s face instantly darkened, and he quickly covered his exposed chest.

I was a little disappointed.

[System: “What are you disappointed about?! The priority is to not starve to death! Host’s vital signs are dropping!”]

[“I’ve already used all my charm and cuteness, but maybe he’s not into that.

Sigh, System, maybe we’ll see each other in the next world~”]

[System: “Just drink the milk, will you! Do you have to drink from the tyrant?!”]

This is what happens when you don’t stop until you achieve your goal-oh my, I think I’m dying.

-Ah, wait, maybe not.

Someone picked me up in a panic. Though the constant muttering of “ugly little monster” wasn’t pleasant to hear, it didn’t stop me from instinctively opening my mouth to nurse.

Suckle, suckle, suckle.

The person holding me went completely rigid.

The arm holding me suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to throw me away.

But my mouth was clamped on tightly, and I drank greedily.

Chu Ye must have been furious; he was trembling.

The system was currently crashing.

[System: “Wait, you’re actually drinking??”]

I replied while nursing: [“I told you, he wouldn’t abandon something he gave birth to himself.”]

[“See? If he wasn’t holding me, how could I drink?

Oh right, keep applying the buff that his pain lessens as long as I’m nursing.”]

[System: “You plan on doing this long-term?!”]

What, is that not allowed?

As I suckled, I admired Chu Ye’s petrified expression.

He leaned against the headboard, numb, looking down with a tired and weak expression at the small life nursing in his arms.

So fragile. With just a slight pressure, she would suffocate and die.

The arm supporting her tensed slightly.

A little more, and he could snap her neck in an instant.

The little baby seemed to see him and looked up, smiling at him.

She babbled indistinctly, making a sound like “Ma… mama…”

Chu Ye’s heart clenched. A strange feeling washed over him.

This was the child who had stayed in his belly for ten months, who had been born from his own body.

In that moment of hesitation, the arm that had intended to strangle her…

…merely shifted to support her a little better.