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

The door was slowly pushed open.

Raphael turned his head and saw the tall and imposing insect walk in.

He closed the door behind him and turned on the room light.

The lights suddenly came on, and Raphael instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

Just then, I saw the insect coming in; his strong and upright body was wrapped in a dark purple suit.

His features were deep and perfect, like a finely crafted work of art, exceptionally handsome.

Raphael's face darkened, his voice icy cold. "You bastard, you dare come back?"

"Wherever my wife is, that's where I'll be."

Rosso grinned shamelessly.

Like a magical magician, he opened his hand, and a plate of charred roasted meat appeared in his palm.

"Wife, this is star beast meat that I fried for you myself. Although it doesn't look very appetizing, the taste is absolutely top-notch."

Raphael's expression remained unchanged, showing no interest in the plate of roast meat.

He sat up straight and stared at him warily.

He responded coldly, "I wouldn't dare eat it. Who knows if you've poisoned the meat?"

My patience is running out. If you don't leave soon, I'm going to yell "bug!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Rosso felt somewhat frustrated.

But he didn't give up; instead, he continued to move closer.

He sat down close to Raphael and ate a piece of fried star beast meat right in front of him.

"Honey, I've tried it, it's not poisonous."

As he spoke, Rosso quickly picked up a small piece of meat and, before the other man could react, stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Don't spit it out, this is the most successful plate of meat out of the hundred plates I've ever fried."

Raphael had originally intended to spit out the meat, but upon hearing what he said, he unconsciously chewed a few times.

I discovered that the fried meat tasted surprisingly good.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, spicy and flavorful, it's so delicious that you won't be able to stop eating it once you start.

"How is it? Delicious, isn't it, honey?"

Seeing that he didn't spit out the meat, Rosso took the opportunity to press him for an answer, subtly closing the distance between the two insects.

Raphael's gaze fell on his face, seemingly forgetting his previous aversion.

His mouth moved uncontrollably, and he blurted out, "I have a name, I am Raphael."

When he realized what he had said, his face turned bright red, and he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it immediately.

"A wife is a partner. I remember Raphael was a legendary healing angel who was said to be able to heal all wounds of the soul and body."

Rosso's eyes sparkled as he said affectionately, "So, you are the treasure that God sent to me."

He picked up another piece of meat from the plate and brought it to Raphael's mouth.

Watching the other person obediently open their mouth to eat the meat, Rosso couldn't hide his secret joy; his excitement and happiness were palpable.

After swallowing the meat in his mouth, Raphael gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I'm not some healing angel."

He said softly, "I'm just a jinx; every insect that gets close to me will become unfortunate."

"I'm tough, I have no taboos."

Rosso unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and pointed to the scar on his abdomen.

"This is an injury I sustained two weeks ago. The wound just won't heal. If you hadn't bandaged it for me, I would be dead already."

He took Raphael's hand and placed it on the scar.

"Wife, you're not a jinx, you're my lucky star."

"Have you said enough?"

Raphael withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent.

"Say what you've said and leave. Don't keep me from sleeping, or I'll have the soldiers drag you away."

"You kissed me, and just now you touched me. Shouldn't you take responsibility for me?"

Rosso put the plate into his own storage space and then clung to Raphael, refusing to leave.

He mumbled under his breath, "Don't even think about severing ties with me. You should repay my life with your body."

"Wife, don't you have any feelings for me at all? Not even a little bit..."

Raphael pushed him away with disdain and spoke indifferently.

"I think so, if disgust can be considered an emotion."