Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 32 Part 2

As if understanding her words, the parrot nodded its head.

“Oh, you poor thing… Ah, Zanarf, can we keep this parrot?”

Floria turned to him with an utterly carefree, adorable smile.

Zanarf, however, was in the midst of a bitter internal struggle, trying to calm the raging heat in his lower body.

Just moments ago, he and Floria had been sharing a tender morning together—no, they had been on the verge of reaffirming their love in the most intimate way. But now, this parrot had interrupted them.

His p*nis was thr0bbing with anticipation, yet Floria seemed completely oblivious to the natural morning urges of a man.

But that obliviousness was part of what made her so endearing. He had expected her to be a proud, highborn princess, but she had a charm that could win anyone over.

How could he possibly refuse when she looked at him with such a radiant smile?

“…Do as you like, Floria,” he said, reluctantly giving in.

“Really? You’re so generous! Thank you!”

—Damn it… That smile is too much.

Zanarf’s body tensed painfully, but he managed to keep his composure.

“…I’ll go find a perch for the parrot to stay in this room,” he said, trying to sound calm.

Floria looked so happy and she leaned in closer to him, clearly intending to give him a thank-you kiss.

But the parrot suddenly wedged itself between them, flapping its wings at Zanarf as if to block the kiss.

Zanarf glared at the parrot.

It was a shame the bird wasn’t edible—roasted parrot would’ve been satisfying right about now. Sensing the murderous aura, the parrot quickly tried to hide itself in Floria’s chest.

What a cunning little creature.

“There, there, it’s okay. This person isn’t scary,” Floria reassured the parrot.

“Ria…”

Zanarf couldn’t believe how he was being portrayed. But, truth be told, it felt good to have his wife defending him.

Was this parrot a harbinger of misfortune or a bringer of good luck?

Either way, it seemed he was completely at the mercy of this bird.

“What should we name it? Haha, what do you think, Zanarf?”

“…Whatever you like, Floria…”

Zanarf watched as Floria happily stroked the parrot, her excitement infectious. With a soft sigh and a slight shake of his head, he couldn’t help but smile.