Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text 65, Jinjiang exclusive release

When Lin Xi entered the room with porridge, a person was lying on the single bed, looking up at the skylight. Her beautiful face was like a withered flower, lifeless. Xie Jun's nutrients were being absorbed by the child in his belly, leaving him weak and unable to get out of bed. Lin Xi put down the bag and brought the porridge closer to Xie Jun's bedside. Xie Jun kept repeating "fifty-three." It was the fifty-third day since Xie Jun was brought to the villa, and the fetus was growing visibly, leaving marks on his fair skin. Xie Jun's voice was barely audible, asking if the teacher was running late. Lin Xi fell silent, remembering his youth and tightly gripping the spoon on the way home.

"Mm." Xie Jun's lips were a bit chapped because Lin Xi left early every day and returned late at night, the prepared water was quickly finished, and he was locked in the small pavilion by Song Feiyu, with no chance to take care of himself. A bowl of porridge, Lin Xi fed him very seriously. He was a child with a lot of patience. "The person from the north has arrived, right?" Xie Jun finished the last sip of porridge, leaving only a cold tip of his tongue. The bodies of the group of star people were close to animal instincts, and they could quickly sense the presence of their own kind. Lin Xi's silence was the best answer. After taking the bowl away, Lin Xi took out the homework arranged in the backpack and placed it on the bedside table. Because the whole bedroom, only this flat bedside table could be used for homework, the young man was too tall, so he could only kneel on the ground, using a pen with some broken ink to write neat characters in the notebook.

Xie Jun turned to look at the teenager doing homework, this was the only leisure time he had left every day.

"Do you like reading?"

Lin Xi was a child who didn't like to talk, although Xie Jun respected him, he still felt wary of him.

Xie Jun reached out, his palm landing on the teenager's notebook.

Lin Xi looked up, his ink-colored pupils serious and quiet.

"Mr. Xie."

Xie Jun was not afraid, just looking calmly at the teenager. They shared a common trait - both were people who had crawled out of the mud, the only fierceness in them was the hope to survive.

"You want freedom, I'll help you."

"Reading, freedom, commoner status."

"Both are possible."

Xie Jun's body was gradually losing energy, unsure if he could hold on until the child was formed without the protection of the alpha.

If the omega died, the child probably wouldn't be able to grow anymore.

There was no emotion in Lin Xi's eyes as he slowly pushed Xie Jun's hand away, the pen tip falling on the ink from before.

Xie Jun gave up and lay flat on the bed.

Looking at the green leaves outside the window, it was already summer.

"Lin Xi. . ."

Xie Jun's hand was protecting his abdomen.

"If I die, please cut open my belly, if the child is alive. . ."

He turned his back to the youth and closed his eyes gently.

"Take it back."

"You should be able to handle this."

Lin Xi's movements on the notebook stopped, as if he had thought of something, the pen placed on the counter only made a crisp sound.

"Sir, don't you regret it?"

The pregnant star people after the group, without sacrificing their partners, do not have enough nutrients, and will slowly deplete their lives like flowers losing water.

Xie Jun turned his back to him, from the back, his original figure was no longer visible, his narrow waist, only a slight bulge from the side, that place contained all his nutrients.

He didn't speak, as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

Lin Xi put away the books, the faded backpack taken out of the room, the lock that should have been closed fell to the ground.

Lin Xi walked down the stairs and saw Song Feiyu, which was rare. After the last time, the God Sacrifice never returned. Just as Xie Jun had guessed, the people from the north occupied Star W all the way to the border of the Emperor Star. Song Feiyu had a lot to do, after all, there were still two God Sacrifices in the race that he had to contend with. "God Sacrifice," Lin Xi greeted as he approached. Song Feiyu raised his hand and searched through the living room cabinet, seeming to be looking for something. Lin Xi stood behind him and suddenly threw a simple ring box into his hand, a black velvet box that showed its considerable value. Song Feiyu raised his chin. "Go out tonight and deliver this to the mailbox on the fifth floor of Apartment 8 in the West District." Apartment 8 in the West District was where Song Feiyu was originally supported by Pei Jue Xi, and this ring was also given to him by Pei Jue Xi in bed.

Song Feiyu glanced at the ring box and turned his head.

He knew.

This thing.

Did not belong to him.

"After it's delivered, let me know." He returned the ring, also playing the role of a good person.

Even though Song Feiyu was not really a good person.

But Pei Juexi, who had a wandering heart for so many years, deserved to fall into his hands.

Lin Xi agreed, but her gaze occasionally looked upstairs.

Knowing that after Song Feiyu received a final message and left, her gaze slowly calmed down, and the school coat on the bed was pushed open as the door disappeared.

Xie Jun heard the sound of the lock falling, and his heart thumped. However, he did not dare to act rashly because he was unsure if there were others in the villa. But when the villa's main door opened and closed twice in a row, Xie Jun could clearly feel that the only presence in the entire villa was himself, along with the faint stench of Jiting at the entrance. He carefully opened the attic door and struggled to climb down, leaving marks on his palms. The sound of panting downstairs was faint yet clear. Xie Jun felt his way in the dark to where Jiting was lying in the master bedroom. He appeared even thinner and weaker than before.

Xie Jun approached and patted his shoulder. Jiting grimaced in pain. He quickly reached out to cover Jiting's mouth, trying to explain, but his voice was terrifyingly hoarse due to dryness. "Don't speak." Jiting slowly opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face overlaid with bloodstains and scabs, looking so painful. Jiting's voice was truly unbearable. "You. . . are the. . . omega of the god. . ." To be precise, such words now sounded like a confession from Wen Jue to him. Yes, he belonged to her. He must escape.

"I'll help you untie it, and you'll come with me."

Escaping alone is very dangerous.

Taking Jiting with you will only make it more dangerous.

The scent on him is strong enough to track at any time.

When Xie Jun came down from the attic, he hesitated. He didn't need to waste this opportunity for someone unrelated.

But. . .

Jiting is very loyal, his loyalty to Wen Jue is something he didn't expect.

In these fifty-three days, will Song Feiyu have to use torture to extract a confession from him? Such actions can be clearly felt even lying in the attic, the pain so intense that one loses consciousness.

Nerves may be damaged by half.

He thought, forget it. Just consider it returning a favor, consider himself as Wen Jue's omega, and return the favor to her. But this rope is too tight. The more he pulls, the tighter it gets.

Note: Unrevised