Chapter 166: Night — Part 2

“By the way.”

Roman suddenly asked.

“She… should be fine, right?”

Listening to the worry in Roman’s words, Luo Xiya snorted lightly.

“No problem. She just fainted from the mental shock. She won’t wake up before tomorrow morning.”

After a while, she added.

“It’s like having a dream. She won’t remember anything about this night.”

Roman understood the meaning behind Luo Xiya’s words, and his hand clutching her shirt tightened involuntarily.

Luo Xiya gazed at Roman’s face, so close at hand, and couldn’t help but lightly run her fragrant tongue over her lips, leaving a moist trace.

Roman had just vented, but as for her, she still had nowhere to release…

“Roman…”

“Mm?”

Luo Xiya used a coaxing tone.

“Have you recovered?”

Recovery naturally referred to there, and upon hearing this, Roman’s face turned so red it seemed to radiate heat…

It wasn’t out of pride. In fact, he was gifted in every aspect. What Luo Xiya had just done for him was merely an appetizer.

Without needing to speak, Luo Xiya couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

“So energetic.”

Then, she silently reached for her collar—one button, two buttons, three buttons…

Bit by bit, the snow-white beauty unfolded before Roman’s eyes.

Her fragrant shoulders were slender and firm.

As a Sword Dancer, her body was soft and boneless, yet her skin could only be described as flawless.

Under Roman’s slightly mesmerized gaze, Luo Xiya stood up from the bed, reaching behind to undo the laces, the cloth wrapping her snowy peaks falling before Roman.

Deprived of support, the snowy softness on Luo Xiya’s chest bounced like a rabbit.

And the last piece of fabric on her body, right in front of Roman…

Stroking Roman’s silver hair, Luo Xiya spoke in a spoiled, low voice.

“Be good, just like last time, help me take it off…”

Roman’s slender fingers trembled as they touched Luo Xiya’s waist, and, finding the laces, gently pulled—

As if lighting a fuse, the battle of this night began once more.

***

Clearly a Sword Dancer, at this moment Luo Xiya resembled a valiant Knight, using all her might to conquer the little white-haired colt beneath her.

Her hands gripped the sheets like reins held tight by a Knight.

On this grand bed belonging to the Saintess of the Holy Throne, the Knight named Luo Xiya was displaying her outstanding abilities to our Holy Child.

“Huff.”

At last, the battle neared its end.

The Holy Child, facing Luo Xiya’s Knight, chose to surrender, obediently submitting beneath her.

From behind, Luo Xiya’s form had the athletic grace of a War Goddess, her whole body’s lines beautiful and moving.

Not to mention those butterfly bones that spread with the movement of her shoulders—exquisitely alluring, peerlessly beautiful.

Without hurrying to rise, Luo Xiya sat leisurely on Roman’s abdomen, recovering her strength, one hand wiping the sweat from her ear, while glancing sideways at Milis.

Just as she was reaching a climax, a devilish impulse had seized her to drag Milis’s body over to their side.

Sitting atop Roman, pressed tightly together with nothing spilling over, Luo Xiya touched her own belly with satisfaction, hesitating whether to use magic to digest it.

“Do you want to become a mama before the Sanctuary?”

Ophelia’s cold voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

Luo Xiya’s face, already flushed from exertion, instantly began to steam at Ophelia’s words.

Mama…

Hearing this title applied to herself, Luo Xiya couldn’t help but shiver all over.

Too… too scary…

Unbidden, Luo Xiya thought of her own mother, Grand Duke Veronica.

At this moment, all rebellion vanished, replaced by full admiration.

After all, just hearing such a title made her feel fear, and her previously distracted thoughts vanished at once.

No matter what, she was still too young and unprepared mentally.

Even if she was willing, letting Roman become a father before eighteen—wasn’t that a bit…

If it were Aunt Catherine, she would probably be very happy, right?

For some reason, Luo Xiya suddenly recalled Lady Catherine.

After all, she knew best her aunt’s obsessions.

Yet her uncle was such a useless man that, let alone satisfying her aunt, every time they met, they avoided each other like snakes and scorpions.

How could they be as close as she and Roman?

She decided that in the future, her and Roman’s second child should be sent to her aunt to play with.

Luo Xiya thought.

Then she slowly got up, the heat within her simultaneously deprived of its childbearing effect by Luo Xiya’s magic.

Lowering her head, she gazed at Roman’s beautiful, slightly sickly red face and his gentle panting.

For a moment, Luo Xiya’s maternal instincts flared. She bent down and gently kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Luo Xiya murmured, rubbing against Roman.

However, such a warm, sweet atmosphere did not last long before ambiguity once again filled the space around them.

A spring night is worth a thousand gold.

Luo Xiya pulled Roman, and once again, battlefield after battlefield opened in Milis’s room.

Desk, carpet, windowsill—everywhere bore traces of fragrant dew.

At some point, the window had been opened, and the cold night wind fluttered the curtains.

Two figures loomed faintly beneath the fabric…

***

Beneath the starry sky, a dark blue figure slowly descended into the garden of the Papal Palace.

Lady Catherine raised her head, quietly brushing aside the deep blue hair tossed by the wind, while surveying her surroundings.

“You really are impatient…”

In the garden’s courtyard, Sylvia sighed softly under the candlelight, closing the book in her hand as she looked at Lady Catherine before her.

However, Lady Catherine’s face was unusually grim. She walked straight to Sylvia and stared at her coldly.

“Didn’t we already agree last night? What does this look of dissatisfaction mean?”

Sylvia asked calmly.

“I ask you, how is my niece Luo Xiya now?”

Hearing this unexpected question, Sylvia didn’t react immediately, but then she smiled faintly.

“I thought you had already regarded your niece as a love rival.”

“It seems I underestimated you.”

At the words ‘love rival,’ Lady Catherine’s gentle face first turned red, then instantly paled.

“Catherine, I’m curious.”

Sylvia continued quietly.

“Can you really accept those two children being together? And then sincerely bless the boy you love most at their wedding?”

Lady Catherine, however, was no longer affected by her, answering calmly.

“Don’t think of me as narrow-minded like you. As for that child Roman, I’ve never had your disgusting possessiveness.”

“As long as he’s happy, then no matter what, I don’t care.”

“Rather than asking me, you’d better ask yourself, Holy Throne.”