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

Hope was ruthlessly crushed.

Rosso slowly released Raphael.

Leaning against the wall, its eyes were dark and unfathomable, making it difficult for insects to understand.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

His words revealed a hint of helplessness and resentment.

"What do I have to do for you to accept me?"

Raphael looked at him quietly, his eyes as calm as still water without a ripple.

His tone was equally calm, as if the question was unimportant to him.

"You are a witch, and I am an insect. There is an insurmountable racial conflict between us, and our relationship is destined to be fruitless."

Rosso, upon hearing this, appeared relaxed.

"I can marry into your family and change my household registration to Zerg, so there won't be any obstacles between us."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had been too eager and became a little more reserved.

What do you think?

But this restraint lasted only a few seconds before being broken by his inner desire.

He tilted his head and leaned closer to Raphael, staring intently at him, unable to get enough of looking at him.

Immediately afterwards, Rosso took out a bunch of snacks from his storage space and presented them to Raphael like a treasure.

He smiled and said, "These are all local specialties from my hometown. I think they taste pretty good. You should try them."

Raphael paused slightly but did not reach out to take it.

A piece of milk chocolate was popped into his mouth; it was silky smooth, sweet, and melted in his mouth.

Chocolate is not something ordinary insects can enjoy; usually only the nobility have the opportunity to taste it.

But Rosso could produce an entire box of chocolates.

Raphael couldn't help but become curious about his identity.

He looked closely at the chocolate packaging; the words on it seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Just as he was racking his brains, Rosso had already torn open the packaging bag, revealing the cookies inside.

"Honey, these are butter cookies, one of my favorite snacks when I was a kid."

He said with a smile.

He thoughtfully offered Raphael a butter biscuit.

Raphael's eyes welled up slightly, his throat bobbed, and a blush instantly spread across his cheeks.

When he was a child, he often went hungry. Only when Minister Balu came to deliver his living expenses each month would he bring a few boxes of snacks with him.

Those pastries were a luxury for him; he couldn't bear to eat them.

Now, he has the means to buy snacks, but he can no longer taste the flavors of his childhood.

Seeing that he remained silent, tears kept welling up in his eyes and he couldn't stop them.

Rosso felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

He reached out tenderly and gently stroked his cheek.

She asked softly, "Why are you crying? Is it because these snacks don't suit your taste?"

"Don't cry, baby. We can try something else. The Zerg should like fruits and vegetables, right?"

After saying that, Rosso took out common fruits from his spatial storage: apples, bananas, grapes, cherries, watermelons...

In the blink of an eye, the fruit filled the entire table, colorful and very tempting.

Rosso looked at him tenderly and continued, "Wife, do you see any of these fruits that you would like to eat?"

If not, I can get you something else. Anything you want to eat, I can get it for you.

Perhaps it was because his longing for his family had reached its peak that his online space was miraculously connected to his online store.

He can take anything he wants from the store at will.

Raphael seemed somewhat at a loss for words in the face of Rosso's doting behavior.

Looking at the table full of fruit, he didn't know how to respond to Rosso's kindness.

He asked blankly, "Are you this nice to all insects?"

"Of course... I'm only good to you."

Rosso smiled slightly, holding a strawberry cake in his hands.

"Here, have a piece of cake to fill your stomach first."

Seeing Rosso smiling in front of him, Raphael had a bold idea for some reason.

"Could you close your eyes?"

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

Rosso obediently closed his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, as if anticipating a kiss.

Raphael, however, had a wicked intention and smeared some cream on Rosso's cheeks.

That devilishly handsome face looked somewhat childish because of the addition of cream.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Okay, open your eyes now!"

"Oh, so you actually launched a sneak attack."

As he spoke, Rosso pulled the man into his arms and rubbed his cheek against his face.

"Yes, that's called sharing the burden."