At that moment, Yanai had fully snapped back to his senses—there was no way he would dare act recklessly again.
He shot the egg a faintly annoyed look.
You little brat… what did I ever do to you? Why are you always against me?
Just now, he had almost—
…What a waste.
Nina's lashes fluttered slightly.
Yanai's heart lurched. Guilt hit him instantly, and he bolted out of the room without hesitation.
Good thing the brat hasn't hatched yet, he thought grimly. Otherwise it would definitely tattle on me—and Nina would be furious.
He sighed inwardly, equal parts regretful and annoyed at himself.
Why couldn't I hold back just a little longer…?
Nina slowly woke, stretching lazily.
Her gaze fell on the children sprawled in every direction across the bed, and she couldn't help but smile.
Their sleeping positions were utterly chaotic and unbearably adorable.
She picked up the egg that had been rolling beside her.
"You're awake already?"
The egg wiggled enthusiastically.
