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

"How...how could you do this?"

Naga's face was filled with fear, and his vision blurred as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"You're reacting so strongly, did you put something in your juice?"

"Raphael said lightly."

But then Naga reached down and started to scratch his own throat, and the little bit of goodwill that had just arisen shattered instantly.

His cold, deep eyes, now as if tempered by ice, exuded a chilling aura that terrified even insects.

"He reaped what he sowed."

Raphael said expressionlessly.

His tone revealed undisguised indifference and disdain.

Clearly, he had no interest in Naga's disgraceful behavior and even considered it superfluous to glance at it.

Without hesitation, he turned around and stepped into the room.

The door slammed shut, leaving Naga alone outside.

Naga, locked outside, stared intently at the closed door, his facial muscles contorting with extreme rage.

"Why? We're both abandoned insects, yet you can live such a glamorous life, while I can only eke out a miserable existence like this..."

His eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

"Hehe...once you fall from your pedestal, will we become the same again?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes.

A dazzling white light shot towards him like lightning, slapping him hard across the cheek.

Before it could even cry out in pain, the entire insect fainted.

It was as if a voice was saying in my ear, "Trying to harm him is simply courting death."

Just then, the door opened again.

Raphael's lips trembled, and his heart pounded wildly.

His gaze searched for that tall figure; though his face was pale, he still maintained a calm demeanor.

What am I expecting?

Raphael clenched the lemon peel in his hand, his cold gaze sweeping over the unconscious Naga.

It turned out to be a sleeping potion...

He slowly walked over, dragged the insect back to the dormitory, threw it on the bed, and pulled the blanket over it tightly.

The movements were natural and fluid, without the slightest hesitation or pause.

After doing all this, he murmured to himself.

"I'm just treating you the way you treat me, so blame yourself..."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it, but the indifference it conveyed sent chills down Chong's spine.

Then, he lit the incense.

A delicate rose scent filled the air, adding a romantic atmosphere to the entire room.

When he left, he deliberately left the door half-closed.

Leaving a narrow gap is like a carefully set trap, waiting for the prey to walk right into it.

There were few insects in the mine, and the dormitory next door was empty, which was perfect for him.

With no insects to disturb his plans, he could quietly appreciate his masterpiece.

While he was secretly pleased with himself, he was completely unaware that a pair of "eyes" were silently watching his every move through the cracks in the wall.

That was Rosso, hidden in the wall, completely bewildered by the other party's series of actions.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder she's the one I fell in love with at first sight; she's got a hundred tricks up her sleeve."

Sure enough, before long, some insects peeked over and, seeing the door ajar, were secretly delighted.

As I pushed open the door, the fragrance of roses filled my nostrils, intoxicating me.

With a lewd smile, he strode to the bedside, yanked back the covers, and saw Raphael lying unconscious.

He lunged forward suddenly, "Today, let me taste the life of a commoner prince..."

In the next dormitory, Raphael's face was gloomy.

The words "the prince from the poor" deeply pierced his heart.

His cold, sharp words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Once I've squeezed all your value out of you, I'll tear you to pieces."

Rosso, who was pressed against the wall, was startled and his body went limp. He finally couldn't hold on and slid off the wall.

He fell to the ground and immediately transformed into human form.

He frantically knocked on the door, "Wife, don't be afraid, I'm coming to save you."

"Who needs your help!"

Raphael's face darkened as he thought about how his meticulously planned scheme had almost been disrupted.

He straightened his back, forcefully suppressing the surging anger within him.

He grabbed Rosso's arm and pulled him back, "Shut up, you're so noisy."

"Honey, I'm so glad you're alright."

Rosso brought his delicate left cheek closer, his captivating eyes looking at Raphael with a hint of heartache.

"It's all my fault. I was too far away from you, which gave those two despicable guys an opportunity to take advantage of me."

"I'm fine. I learned this trick when I was eight years old."

Raphael's expression was indifferent.

But her heart involuntarily shrank back.

Hearing him recount those painful past experiences so calmly and casually was truly moving.

Rosso's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, twitching in waves of unbearable pain.

She couldn't help but pull Raphael into her arms, as if only in this way could she slightly alleviate the pain in her heart.

Greedily inhaling the unique, cool scent emanating from him, as if it were the most precious fragrance in the world.

He became so engrossed in it that he couldn't extricate himself.

Finally, I got to hold my beautiful and aloof wife again.

Raphael was stiff and didn't want to be hugged like that.

He tried to push Rosso away, but Rosso's strength was like a mountain, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't budge him.

"Don't do this..."

Raphael pleaded in a low voice, filled with deep despair and helplessness.

He loosened his clenched fist, his eyes empty and lifeless, like an orphan abandoned by the world.

After a long silence, he finally made up his mind.

He said in an almost inaudible voice, "My pheromones...have no scent at all, you can't smell them."

As he said those words, his lips trembled slightly, as if even he himself could hardly believe the fact.

Rosso, however, was not swayed by his words.

She retorted, "No, you smell like the first snow, fresh and pure, with a hint of sweetness. It smells wonderful."

Raphael's eyes widened as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

"fraud!"

He roared in a low voice, a mixture of anger and pain.

He desperately tried to suppress the surging emotions welling up in his heart, but the moisture in the corners of his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

"The snow smells like bitter medicine, it doesn't smell good at all..."

"Honey, your crying breaks my heart."

Rosso pinned his hands against the wall and hugged him tightly from behind.

A passionate kiss landed on the back of Raphael's neck. Raphael's eyelashes trembled, and he instinctively struggled, trying to break free from Raphael's control.

"Be good, don't move around."

Rosso's voice was hoarse, and his body was swollen.

Unfortunately, unpleasant noises came from next door.

He stopped and took half a step back.

"May I have it?"

"Can't."

Raphael, now free, glared fiercely.

He cursed inwardly, "Pervert, disgusting, shameless, filthy scoundrel..."