[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

"As long as you like it, I'm afraid you don't even like this." Yan Yiti was obviously relieved.

"..." Iger stared at him and thought, as long as it is made by you, I have no reason not to like it.To be a qualified Alpha husband is to accept all the little hobbies of your own Omega, and pamper him sparingly.

Soldiers who occasionally approached: "..."

Inexplicably, he was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.

Yan Yiti saw that the way he looked at her was not quite right, so she hurriedly asked the system, "How much does Iger like me now?"

"80."

"80??? How come there are so many?"

"As I said before, because the male protagonists in each life have Ning Zheng's remaining memories, it is relatively easy to conquer. The real difficulty is the side missions in each world. As long as there is a mission that cannot be completed, then you will be completely defeated." Failed."

"...So my main task now is to have a baby and keep Iger from dying, right?"

"Yes."

"Let's talk about the second step. Having a baby... can be started at any time."

"You... you you you... you you you..."

"What's wrong with me? Are you so surprised?"

"Of course, Xiao Yanyan! Can you tell me why you can accept the setting of men having children so easily?"

"Because I already regard this world as my own weird dream." In fact, even if he refuses to accept it, it will not have any impact on the fait accompli, so his best way is to give up resistance.

Do as you like.

"What's wrong with you? Also...Ti." Iger was obviously not used to calling other people's names, so it sounded a bit awkward.

Yan Yiti came back to her senses, only to realize that she somehow ran into Iger's arms and was hugged tightly by him.Then there were people watching and booing all around.

"What's wrong?" He was a little strange, and planned to get out of his arms.But unexpectedly, Iger hugged him even tighter.

He said with lingering fear, "Don't be distracted from now on."

Yan Yiti: "..." Who can tell him what happened?

At this time, a soldier finally told the truth of the matter carelessly.It turned out that when Yan Yiti was distracted just now, she was almost injured by the weapon fired by the trainer next to her.At the critical moment, it was Iger who pulled him, held him tightly in his arms, and changed the direction, which prevented him from suffering an indiscriminate disaster.

Knowing the truth, Yan Yiti said sincerely, "Thank you."

"..." Iger held back for a long time before softly saying, "You're welcome." And when he responded, his eyes did not look at Yan Yiti in his arms.

After a while, he added, "Be careful in the future."

"..." Yan Yiti couldn't help laughing again when she saw his awkward look, wanting to say more and caring but couldn't say it, "Yeah."

"Ah! Marshal, are you injured?!"

"Where is the injury? Let me see!" Yan Yiti hurriedly pulled out of Iger's arms when she heard the words, and immediately scanned his whole body up and down, and saw a cut on the sleeve of his arm in a short while. Pulling the person over to see, it was true that the arm was bleeding.

"The wound is deep and needs to be bandaged quickly. Where is your infirmary?"

"Over there, I'll take you there."

"Okay." After Yan Yiti finished asking, she dragged Iger to the infirmary, holding him tightly along the way, as if she was afraid that he would fall.But what he said was, "I didn't send you to the infirmary because I was injured because of me, otherwise I didn't care."

"..." Iger thought to himself, Madam is really getting cuter, and she still doesn't admit that he is worried about me.Seeing him like that just now, he was about to cry.

However, in order to save his face, I'd better not expose him.

Yan Yiti pushed her down on the chair and watched the doctor fiddling with Iger's arm with burning eyes, which made the doctor feel embarrassed.

"Well, Young Master Yan, Mr. Marshal... It's not a big problem, as long as it doesn't touch the water. I'll prescribe some medicine to take back and take it after meals."

"Is this all right? Are you sure? Why do I think his face is a little pale?"

"Uh...Young Master Yan, it's like this, your lord has lost a lot of blood, these are normal..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Yan Yiti didn't have much patience to listen, he stretched out his finger, pressed Iger's bandaged arm, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Iger originally wanted to shake his head habitually, but he didn't know what he thought of later, and when the words came to his lips, it turned into, "It hurts."

Onlookers: "..."

Marshal, what's wrong with you?Lord Marshal.You have changed, my lord.

Where is our Marshal who once had a big gash in his stomach and didn't say a word?By the way, are you acting like a baby?

So, who have witnessed all this, will we really not be silenced?

The answer is no, because their Marshal has no intention of caring about other people at this time, he only has this one person in front of him who is wholeheartedly worried about him.

"Doctor, he said he was in pain, is there any way to relieve the pain?"

"This..." The doctor just wanted to say, of course, but he didn't expect to receive the warning eyes from his marshal, and immediately changed his words, "No."

"Is there not?" Yan Yiti tilted her head in doubt and thought about it carefully, then smiled, "Don't try to lie to me, why is there no way to relieve pain in the world? If there is no way, then it must be because your medical skills are not good. "

"Mr. Yan! It's not that I'm not skilled in medicine, but... the medicine we use to relieve pain contains a corrosive ingredient, which is too irritating to the Marshal's stomach. So under normal circumstances, the Marshal is Rely on hard work."

"What? Carry it hard?!" Yan Yiti's eyes widened in shock, "Then if he was seriously injured and bled a lot, would he be like this? Wouldn't he faint from the pain."

"Uh... yes... when we were fighting abroad, it was much worse than it is now. The supplies there were not so abundant, and sometimes there was even a shortage of bandages and cotton to stop the bleeding. Every time the Marshal ordered the soldiers to use them first ..."

"Cough cough..."

Hearing this fake cough, the doctor shut his mouth wisely and turned around to pack his bandages and cotton.

And Yan Yiti kept touching Iger's arm, the distress in her eyes, although not obvious, could not be hidden from the eyes of others.

"It turns out that being an imperial hero is so hard."