The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 69

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Two inexperienced romantics together, even a simple hug made them blush furiously.

Zhou Lan didn’t go home that night, and Chu Zhao couldn’t bear to let her leave.

Though neither said it outright, they both silently agreed.

Amusingly, they kept sneaking glances at each other, too shy to look directly, their faces flushing every time their eyes met.

Yet they couldn’t help but look, drawn to each other like magnets, snapping together when close enough.

After Zhou Lan accompanied Chu Zhao for dinner, she went out to grab something to eat for herself.

During the meal, Chu Zhao shared a lot, and Zhou Lan learned the real reason for her hospitalization.

In the early stages of her pregnancy, Chu Zhao was caught in the fiercest battles with both the Chu and Zhou families. Later, escaping from a factory caused her to experience fetal distress, and she hadn’t received timely treatment.

As the doctor’s advice, she needed to stay in the hospital until her condition stabilized fully before being discharged.

After a month in the hospital, Chu Zhao’s condition had stabilized, and she could leave in a week.

Chu Zhao asked, “Will you be back the day I’m discharged?”

Zhou Lan might not have been in love before, but she wasn’t clueless. “I’ll try my best to hurry back so we can go home together.”

“Okay~”

Chu Zhao’s response prompted her to shoo Zhou Lan out to eat. The extra meal she’d ordered had become the caregiver’s lunch, so Zhou Lan had to go out.

She grabbed a quick bite at a nearby restaurant, tempted to order a pot of sake to celebrate but refrained, worried the smell of alcohol might bother Chu Zhao.

After eating, she didn’t return immediately. Instead, she found a flower shop near the hospital and bought a bouquet of roses.

Carrying the roses drew countless gazes.

Her good looks, gentle demeanor, and romantic gesture made her the ideal Alpha in many eyes. Passersby wondered who could be so exceptional to earn such pursuit.

Since often being mistaken for an Omega, Zhou Lan had switched to using Alpha-specific suppressant patches on her neck, easily visible when her hair wasn’t down.

She paid no mind to others’ stares. How could a confession lack flowers? Though Chu Zhao had already agreed, the flowers were still a must.

She’d never been in a relationship, but her girlfriend deserved everything others had—and more.

Entering the hospital ward with the bouquet, the familiar nurses teased her with smiles.

“Miss Zhou, still here?”

“Miss Zhou, so romantic! You and Miss Chu are just too sweet.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone stay with their partner in the hospital every day. Are you staying overnight today?”

“Haha, why pry into their business? Get back to work!”

Then one nurse laughed, “Sorry, Miss Zhou, the girls are a bit gossipy.”

Zhou Lan smiled, unbothered. To her, their words were blessings.

Holding the bouquet, she entered the ward. Chu Zhao had just finished washing up and was leaning on the sofa reading, her half-dry hair cascading over her shoulders. Under the soft light, her lowered gaze exuded gentleness.

Who wouldn’t love a gentle looking person?

Chu Zhao’s hair was simple—long, straight, and black, falling just past her shoulders. In the warm room, having someone like her waiting made the cold autumn wind outside feel less biting.

Hearing the door, Chu Zhao looked up. Her eyes lit up upon seeing Zhou Lan, and when she noticed the flowers, a spark of anticipation flickered in her bright gaze.

As a goddess since childhood, Chu Zhao was no stranger to receiving flowers. But when they came from the person she loved, sweetness bloomed in her heart, and the room seemed to fill with pink heart-shaped bubbles.

Zhou Lan’s face carried a hint of shyness as she handed the flowers to Chu Zhao, saying softly, “Thank you for being my girlfriend.”

Chu Zhao set her book aside, stood up to take the flowers, and smiled. “Then I thank you for being my girlfriend too.”

Their eyes met, and they naturally fell into an embrace.

Perhaps no steps were needed—when the mood was right, things just happened.

Chu Zhao was slightly shorter, her head fitting perfectly into the crook of Zhou Lan’s neck.

They held each other, neither willing to let go, until their legs grew weak.

Chu Zhao was fine, half her weight resting on Zhou Lan. Zhou Lan didn’t mind the weight but was so nervous during the hug that she stood rigid as a pine tree, not daring to move.

After a while, her calves ached. She slid her hands to Chu Zhao’s waist, careful not to touch her belly, lifted her gently, and sat on the sofa.

In this position, Chu Zhao ended up sitting on her lap.

Already nestled in Zhou Lan’s neck, the sudden movement made Chu Zhao instinctively wrap her arms around Zhou Lan’s waist.

This made Chu Zhao seem like she was acting coy, curling up in Zhou Lan’s arms.

Zhou Lan hadn’t expected this position either, and both felt a rush of warmth.

For a newly established couple, such an embrace was intensely intimate, leaving them both frozen.

Yet neither wanted to let go. Fresh in love, their craving for physical closeness was at its peak.

But some things became easier with familiarity. Soon, they grew used to the intimate hug, savoring the fleeting closeness.

They simply wanted to hold each other, their minds free of impure thoughts.

The warm, loving atmosphere enveloped them, neither willing to break the moment.

Until a nurse came in for Chu Zhao’s bedtime check, forcing them apart.

Not only were they embarrassed, but the nurse’s face was also flushed.

A young nurse, fresh out of school, interrupting a couple’s intimate moment was mortifying.

Zhou Lan and Chu Zhao were even more flustered, their ears red for a long while.

Once the nurse left, they both exhaled in relief, glanced at each other, and burst into laughter.

Chu Zhao pouted playfully. “It’s all your fault.”

Zhou Lan chuckled indulgently. “Alright, it’s my fault.”

“Go take a shower.”

Chu Zhao huffed, pulling a clean set of pajamas from the wardrobe. Since she was in the hospital, she used disposable underwear and grabbed a pair for Zhou Lan too.

Their figures were similar, except for their chest sizes.

Chu Zhao picked up a bra, glanced at Zhou Lan’s chest, and muttered, “Might not fit.”

Zhou Lan: “???” What’s wrong with being flat? If small sizes didn’t work, couldn’t she wear larger ones?

But she didn’t like wearing them to sleep anyway, so she just took the clothes and headed to the bathroom.

In the shower, her smile never faded—first a soft smile, then a goofy “hehe” laugh.

Recalling everything since they’d confirmed their relationship, she couldn’t help but clench her fists and wave them excitedly.

Outside, Chu Zhao was no better. After Zhou Lan entered the bathroom, she lay on the bed.

The VIP ward’s bed, though not as big as a home bed, was spacious. Hugging the blanket, her eyes curved with joy. Whenever she thought of Zhou Lan or their intimate moments, she buried her face in the blanket, gripping it tightly, her feet kicking the bed.

She used to find romantic movie scenes boring, preferring horror, suspense, or sci-fi blockbusters.

Now, in love herself, everything felt sweet.

Like a little girl tasting candy for the first time, she kept savoring it, wanting more.

Click. The bathroom door opened, snapping her out of her reverie.

Chu Zhao quickly straightened the blanket, propped herself up on a pillow, and pretended to scroll through her phone casually.

Zhou Lan emerged, her expression carefully managed.

In the bathroom, she’d realized there was only one bed. The sofa could barely fit a person, jwould she have to sleep there?

Who wouldn’t want to sleep holding their girlfriend, even if just to hug, kiss her forehead, and say goodnight?

Maybe her partner could bossily drape a leg over her waist, saying, “Don’t move.”

All Zhou Lan could do was smile indulgently, speechless.

Or she could rest one hand under her lover’s neck, the other on her waist, bury her face in the back of her neck, and playfully tease with warm breaths.

Her lover might turn over, annoyed yet unwilling to push her away.

They’d hold each other until dawn, until their hair turned white.

Just thinking about it made Zhou Lan smile, her heart warm.

But reality… She pursed her lips, standing not far from Chu Zhao. The pajamas were a size too small, exposing her wrists and ankles, making her look adorably awkward.

Chu Zhao coughed lightly, feigning calm. “Why are you standing there? Come to bed.”

Zhou Lan couldn’t hold back her grin, taking three steps in two to sit on the bed, her long legs swiftly joining her.

There was only one blanket, and she hesitated to cover herself.

Autumn nights were chilly, going without would surely lead to a cold.

Chu Zhao lifted the blanket with her arm, draping it over Zhou Lan.

In truth, Chu Zhao had also imagined what might happen lying in bed together. But with her reserved nature and lack of theoretical knowledge, all she could think of was hugging.

Both half-reclining on the bed, they were silent, their bodies eager yet stiff.

One was scheming how to get the other to make the first move; the other was wondering how to act without startling her partner.

The former was obviously Chu Zhao, her thoughts clearly those of a teasing recipient. Zhou Lan had a flurry of ideas but no action.

After a long pause, they spoke simultaneously.

“Let’s sleep.”

“Do you want to feel it?”

Zhou Lan had been thinking she’d boldly hold Chu Zhao in the dark, but Chu Zhao’s words stunned her.

Feel? Feel what?

Realizing the ambiguity, Chu Zhao quickly clarified, “I mean the baby. She moved.”

Zhou Lan’s eyes lit up with wonder. The baby moved?

Right, fetal movement! Hesitantly, she asked, “Can I?”

“Mm~” Chu Zhao nodded.

Zhou Lan carefully placed her hand on Chu Zhao’s noticeably rounded belly, feeling the marvel of life.