A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

"Don't come any closer, get away..."

Chris let out a low, hoarse roar.

His eyes were filled with an unprecedented fear as he struggled to move his body.

My back was pressed against the cold metal wall, and the chill seeped into my bones through my clothes.

My previously muddled mind went completely blank, and all my thoughts were frozen.

But by the bedside, Hermann appeared unusually calm, slowly unbuttoning his military uniform.

Every movement was so elegant.

As his military uniform slipped off, his well-defined muscles gradually came into view, exuding a strong sense of the sea.

A salty, damp smell wafted towards us.

Chris bit his lower lip hard, his body instinctively rejecting the taste he used to like.

"Herman, I will definitely kill you."

His response was a dismissive sneer.

The male insect approached slowly with steady, powerful steps.

Every step felt like stepping on Chris's bones and crushing them, causing him immense pain.

What made him even more desperate was that he was so weak and powerless that he couldn't even end his own life.

Hermann's tall body lunged forward, his gaze sticky and cold, licking his skin like a snake's tongue.

Chris stared at the small, silver-gray door, which seemed to blend into the wall, his face ashen.

Darkness surged in like a tide, and his consciousness gradually faded.

She whispered softly, "My lord... save me..."

In a daze, he seemed to see Hermann's eyes wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

On his bronze skin, vibrant red flowers bloomed, both alluring and eerie.

next second.

He was completely plunged into darkness.

"Ah...get away!"

Chris was awakened by a nightmare.

He sat up abruptly in bed, his body trembling with fear.

Looking around, the silver-gray metal walls instantly brought back those unbearable memories.

Chris looked down at his naked body, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

He rubbed his body vigorously until his skin was red and swollen, but he still felt very dirty.

He slowly bent his knees and hugged himself, curling his body into a ball.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and large tears rolled down her cheeks, like a broken worm that could never be pieced back together.

"My lord, I am so dirty..."

Chris sobbed softly, his voice filled with pain and despair.

After a long while, the crying gradually stopped.

He raised his head, his previously dim eyes turning fierce.

After getting out of bed, he picked up the bed sheet and wrapped it around his body, carefully tying it tight.

With heavy steps, I walked towards the door.

Just as I touched the doorknob, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

Their eyes met, and his heart forgot to beat.

How could a powerful ruler appear on a warship?

When the thought flashed through his mind, Chris gave a mocking smirk.

They concluded that what they were seeing was just an illusion.

At this point, he couldn't think of any other insect besides Herman who came to see him.

Upon seeing the male insect that had violated him, Chris unleashed all the hatred deep within him, unable to contain it.

His spiritual power transformed into thick vines, which eagerly wrapped around the "fake"'s arm.

Shi Yu's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and mobilized his mental strength in time, holding the bowl firmly like an iron clamp.

This prevented his two hours of hard work from going to waste.

He smiled and said, "Honey, I cooked you some delicious wontons. Eat them while they're hot."

The gentle voice reached Chris's ears, and his body tensed up, his mental energy, which he had just gathered, instantly dissipated.

My heart is filled with contradictions and entanglements.

He longed to be close to a powerful ruler, but he felt so filthy and unworthy that he didn't know how to face him.

Shi Yu noticed Chris's unusual behavior, but his expression remained unchanged.

After locking the door, I stepped into the somewhat cramped room.

He placed the bowl on the table, slowly turned around, and his gaze fell on Chris.

Seeing him standing there, his body trembling slightly, he looked very fragile.

Shi Yu walked towards Chris, reached out, and wanted to take his hand.

Just as his fingers were about to touch Chris, he suddenly pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted and forcefully pushed Shi Yu away.

"Don't touch me!" Chris's voice was tinged with fear. "I'm so dirty...so dirty..."

He crouched on the ground, holding his head, shouting incessantly, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Shi Yu felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He quickly squatted down and pulled Chris into his arms.

"Honey, you're very clean, not dirty at all."

Shi Yu gently coaxed him, releasing her own pheromones in an attempt to soothe his emotions.

Under the influence of pheromones, Chris gradually calmed down, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks.

But a shadow of gloom hung over his eyes, clearly indicating that he had not yet fully recovered from his fear.

Shi Yu lowered his eyes.

Long eyelashes concealed the shadows beneath her eyes.

He continued to coax patiently, "It's okay, I arrived just in time yesterday. Herman didn't succeed. He... is dead. He can never hurt you again."

Upon hearing the name "Herman," Chris's emotions, which had just calmed down, exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

His body trembled violently, and his previously calm face became twisted and ferocious.

He forced out the words through clenched teeth, "I hate him, he deserves to die, he deserves to die..."

His lips trembled slightly as he stared intently ahead, as if Hermann were standing right in front of him.

Seeing Chris's reaction, Shi Yu's eyes welled up with tears, his heart ached, and he hugged him tightly.

She tenderly stroked his back, "Wife, I've avenged you. Don't punish yourself for someone else's mistakes..."

However, Chris seemed completely absorbed in his own emotions and couldn't hear Shi Yu's words of comfort.

He kept muttering "He deserves to die" to slightly alleviate the hatred in his heart.

Shi Yu sighed helplessly, knowing that Chris needed time to calm down.

I picked him up and walked towards the bed, just as I was about to put the insect down.

Suddenly, I felt my waist being tightly embraced by a pair of strong hands.

Shi Yu looked down and saw that Chris's hands were tightly wrapped around his waist like iron clamps.

"My lord, even without bone wings, I will work hard to earn money to support the family. Please don't abandon me, okay?"

Chris looked up, his voice tinged with pleading.

His eyes were filled with fear and unease; to him, losing his lord was equivalent to losing the whole world.

"Okay, we will never be apart, we will stay close to each other and grow old together."

Shi Yu smiled gently and raised his hand to tidy Chris's messy silver hair.

He knew all too well what the bone wings meant to Chris.

That was not just his flying ability, but also the source of his pride and confidence.

Losing his bone wings plunged Chris into deep feelings of inferiority and fear, becoming a source of deep-seated anxiety.