Qianyi's declaration just now—that he would not sacrifice anyone, nor abandon a single person—was exactly what this group of people, obsessed with noble ideals and the pursuit of pure knightly spirit, wanted to hear.
Talulah had no choice but to be wary.
The women who came in with great fanfare, aiming for the position of "principal wife," were more or less entangled with national politics, racial laws, or some unspoken calculation of interests. Qianyi would not reject such people outright, but neither would he give them any special treatment. He would only keep them at a certain distance.
But someone who came directly for Qianyi himself...
That meant she was really after him!
"Sorry, Qianyi already has plans tonight." Talulah instantly appeared in front of Qianyi and stretched out a hand between him and Viviana.
Viviana paused slightly. Her autumn-water eyes swept over Talulah's somewhat tense pretty face, then glanced at Qianyi behind her. She softly apologized, "Ah, am I interrupting your marital affection? I'm so sorry. I was too forward."
"...!!" Talulah's face instantly turned bright red.
Mar... marital affection?
Though in name and under the law, the two of them were indeed legally registered spouses, had even held a wedding, and had slept in the same bed plenty of times before, they truly had not done even the slightest bit of the intimate things men and women actually did.
Not only had they never done them, but her experience and knowledge in that regard were completely blank.
Back during the Reunion days, her mind had been filled every day with the future of the Infected, resisting Ursus's tyranny, and surviving upon the tundra. The moment she opened her eyes, it was strategic deployments and supply preparations. She had simply had no time to think about such things.
Later,