My Beastly Husband

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Translated by Ada

Edited by Ada

Tian Xin rested at home for a full day, and the following day, she wanted to see Moussa. Ryan could not resist her, so he accompanied her to Moussa’s house.

The two had just entered the door when they heard Moussa’s suppressed cries. Tian Xin was startled and thought something had happened to the baby. She hurried inside but unexpectedly stumbled and fell forward with her weight unstable. Fortunately, Ryan was right behind her and wrapped her back into his arms with his large hand.

He was scared out of his wits. If Tian Xin fell down accidentally, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Ryan thought about the idea and was scared. His hands trembled, and he held her tightly in his arms. After half a second, Ryan finally stabilized his emotions and stepped back a little. He looked into her eyes and said seriously, “How many times have I told you to walk carefully? You have to walk slowly. If there is another time, your feet won’t touch the ground before childbirth.”

Tian Xin was also startled. Good thing she didn’t fall. Otherwise, Tian Xin might have gone into premature labor, like Moussa. Knowing that frightened Ryan, she nuzzled in his arms and pouted, “I know. I know, and I won’t do it again.”

Ryan gave an ‘mmm.’ He accepted her assurance but was still a little uneasy holding her hand and refused to let go.

Tian Xin’s thoughts were on Moussa and her baby, so she didn’t care if he let go or not. She took his hand and walked inside.

When she entered the room, Moussa was sitting on the bed. She was leaning into Chelsea’s arms and sobbing. Chelsea stroked her back and whispered soothingly.

The little white lion was lying weakly beside Moussa. The two people hugging each other looked down with sorrowful eyes, whimpering.

Tian Xin looked at the little lion that seemed to be unwell. She guessed that the little lion was sick, and both Moussa and Chelsea could not do anything about it.

So she stepped forward and worriedly asked, “What’s wrong with the little lion? He seems to be very weak. Is he sick?”

When Moussa heard her, she took her eyes off the little lion and looked at Tian Xin. She sobbed and said, “No, he’s not sick. He is hungry and has no energy.”

“Ah?” Tian Xin was surprised to hear that her mouth widened. She could not help but raise her voice and say, “Then hurry up and feed him. Don’t you have any milk?” It shouldn’t be. Her breasts were quite big. Although it had little to do with the size of her breasts, she always felt that if her breasts were big, she would have more milk. Tian Xin subconsciously turned her gaze to Moussa’s plump breasts.