After Giving Birth, All My Beast Ex-Husbands Suddenly Want Me Back Chapter 112: Dresses

Nina saw at once that Kith’s body was covered in wounds inflicted by mutated beasts. He was gritting his teeth, enduring the searing pain as he applied dicine to himself.

Those elental stones... had he taken them from a mutated beast horde? Was he trying to get himself killed?

Her heart churned with conflicting emotions. She didn’t know how to face the depth of his feelings.

Lifting the curtain, she called softly, "Kith."

At the sound of her voice, Kith turned sharply. He hurriedly pulled on his shirt, covering the worst of his injuries.

"Nina? Why are you here?" he asked lightly, as though nothing were wrong.

Had she seen?

"Your injuries... are they because of those elental stones?" she asked quietly.

He was silent for a mont. "It’s nothing. Just minor wounds."

So she had seen after all. "I’ll help you apply the dicine."

She stepped forward and picked up the vial.

Kith tightened his grip on his clothes. "I can handle it myself."

He was afraid the sight of his wounds would frighten her.

"Can you reach your back?" Nina countered gently. "Let help."

He sighed inwardly and finally stopped resisting, removing his shirt obediently.

Up close, the wounds looked even more terrifying. So were deep and jagged, the flesh torn open.

A faint ache spread through Nina’s chest.

She carefully applied the dicine, her movents gentle, even blowing lightly over the injuries to ease the sting.

As her soft breath brushed against his skin, Kith felt the pain dull. All he could feel was warmth—like a spring breeze wrapping around him.

In that mont, everything he had endured felt worthwhile.

"All done," Nina said, setting the bottle aside. "Don’t do any heavy work for a while. Focus on healing."

"Alright."

The corners of Kith’s eyes and brows curved with quiet happiness.

She looked at him, speechless. He was injured like this, yet he looked so pleased.

What a fool.

"I’ll head back now. Rest properly," she said, rising to leave.

His fingers twitched slightly, but he did not reach out. He only answered softly, "Okay."

Had she turned around, she would have seen the reluctance and tenderness in his eyes.

The sharp scent of dicine clung to him, yet his heart felt unexpectedly sweet.

He picked up the unfinished clothes beside his bed and resud sewing.

The next day, Odian approached Nina’s room with the outfit he had made for her—only to find Aviel arriving at the sa ti, also holding clothing.

"Oh? What a coincidence," Aviel remarked, eyes narrowing at the garnt in Odian’s hands.

This damned phoenix made one, too?

Odian shot him a glance.

Was this dragon doing it on purpose?

Sparks seed to crackle in the air between them.

Monts later, Finch arrived carrying his own garnt, followed by Kith.

The four males exchanged looks.

So. All at once. They entered together.

"Nina, I finished your dress. Try it on," Odian said first, placing it before her.

She unfolded it, smiling. "It’s beautiful."

It was a long red dress. She had no idea where he had found such vividly colored hide—perhaps a rare beast of this world. She had helped him adjust the design slightly, and the final result was elegant and striking.

She changed into it. It fit perfectly.

Seeing her pleased, Odian felt deeply satisfied—and was already considering the next design.

"Nina, try mine too." Finch stepped forward, fingers fidgeting slightly.

She accepted it—and her eyes widened in surprise.

Finch had made a white dress with a matching outer layer. The style was simple yet graceful, accented with delicate embellishnts that kept it from being plain. It was clearly crafted with great care.

"Thank you. It’s lovely."

His heart surged with emotion at her praise. "I’m happy you like it!"

It fit perfectly as well.

Aviel quickly offered his own. After the previous two, he felt unexpectedly nervous.

"Nina, try mine."

"Alright."

She examined it. Aviel’s design was more ornate, the material luxurious at first glance. The only issue was the left sleeve—one seam was too tight, slightly uneven.

Linny cast a mildly disdainful glance at Aviel.

I gave you the right asurents. It’s not my fault you can’t sew.

Aviel looked embarrassed. "I’m sorry. I didn’t do it well."

His mood dipped slightly. Everyone else had done such a fine job—only his dress had flaws.

"It’s okay. You can adjust it later," Nina reassured him. Truthfully, she hadn’t expected Aviel to make her clothes at all.

"I’ll fix it right away."

She changed out of it and handed it back. He held it close to his chest as though it were precious.

Finally, Kith stepped forward.

"How are your injuries?" Nina asked first.

"Much better," he replied calmly. "Just need to apply dicine once or twice more. Though it’s a bit inconvenient for my back."

"I’ll help you later," she said.

"Alright."

Joy blood quietly in his chest. For a fleeting mont, he even wished his wounds would heal more slowly.

He cherished this rare tenderness.

The other three males’ gazes sharpened instantly. That damned tiger was pretending to be pitiful. With so many males around, anyone could help him apply dicine—why did Nina have to?

But she had already spoken. They could hardly object without looking petty.

Kith’s clothes fit well, too.

After everything was tried on, the males left reluctantly.

That afternoon, Nina was in the courtyard playing with the cubs when Aina arrived.

"Nina!"

Aina stepped into the stone courtyard, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the adorable cubs.

"There was no rain this morning, so Vishaeh and I gathered a lot of fresh fruit. I brought so for you."

Vishaeh, her husband, handed over a basket.

"Thank you," Nina said warmly. Odian accepted it on her behalf.

Aina looked around curiously and spotted the vegetable patch.

"Nina, did you prepare that land yourselves?"

"Yes. We planted those vegetables."

"Vegetables? They’re food?" Aina walked closer and examined the patch. She recognized one or two types from Nina’s cooking.

"Yes, they’re all edible. So are ready to harvest today. You can take so back later. I’ll have Odian teach your husband how to prepare them."

"Really?" Aina bead. "Thank you!"

She rembered one particular green vegetable she had liked very much.

"Nina, may I hold the cubs?" She adored little ones but had none of her own yet.

"Of course. Pick whoever you like."

"I’ll hold them all—one by one."

She scooped up Didi first. The fluffy little fox with so many tails was irresistibly cute.

Then she rembered why she had truly co.

"Nina... you’d better avoid going to the west side of the tribe for now."

Nina looked up in confusion. "The west side? Why?"