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

"Uncle Balu, I promise you, I will never let Raphael down, or I will die a horrible death."

Rosso's attitude was sincere, and his voice was as steady as a mirror.

"I hope you can keep your promise. If it means betraying our marriage, I will never forgive you."

"Baru said with a serious expression."

He waved his hand gently, signaling his subordinates to come over.

Upon seeing this, the subordinate quickly walked to his side and stood respectfully.

"Go to the marriage registration office now and help them register their marriage."

The subordinate responded and turned to leave.

After his subordinate disappeared from sight, Balu's gaze returned to the screen in front of him.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

"When are you coming back for your wedding?" His voice was full of anticipation. "I'd be more than happy to be your best man."

Raphael's face instantly turned bright red.

He made up a random excuse, "Once Chris's condition stabilizes, we'll go back to the Imperial Star to hold our wedding."

Rosso listened from the side.

His smile grew even brighter, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, more uncontrollable than AK's.

As if remembering something, he quickly pulled out a pile of glittering gold jewelry from his spatial storage: gold chains, gold rings, gold earrings...

After a moment's thought, he put the gold earrings back into his spatial storage and replaced them with an exquisite gold bracelet.

He presented these gold ornaments to Raphael.

He said with great joy, "Wife, let me help you put it on."

Raphael looked at the gold jewelry in front of him and shook his head in refusal.

"I don't want these."

Rosso seemed to have anticipated Raphael's reaction and knelt before him.

"Honey, I'm sorry to trouble you for now. When I earn more money in the future, I'll have a unique diamond ring made for you, so it can become a special symbol of our love."

Raphael resisted inwardly, pointing to the gold chain as thick as his little finger.

To put it bluntly, "This necklace looks a bit tacky on my neck."

Rosso explained with a smile, "Honey, according to the traditions of my hometown, gold is an essential part of the wedding."

As he spoke, he picked up the openwork gold wedding rings and gently slipped them onto Raphael's left ring finger.

She then put another ring on her own finger and, without saying a word, intertwined her fingers with his.

"That way, you'll belong to me forever."

Rosso smiled smugly, as if he could already see their happy future together.

"Will you leave me?"

Raphael's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Raphael's handsome face and unconsciously swallowed.

Suddenly I want a shoulder to lean on, someone I can frolic in my arms, someone who will be there whenever and wherever I turn around.

"No, we will be together forever and never be apart."

Rosso grabbed Raphael's tie, tilted his head back, and kissed him, and then he couldn't stop.

When we kiss, my wife is always very obedient; her eyelashes flutter and her breathing is very soft.

Only when he kisses her until she can't breathe will she push him away in embarrassment and annoyance.

Afterwards, Raphael leaned against Rosso, slightly out of breath, as soft as a puddle of water.

At that moment, the personal terminal suddenly emitted a notification sound.

He opened the unread message: "Congratulations, Raphael! Happy wedding!"

It was sent from the official account of the Marriage Bureau, and they even thoughtfully included a screenshot.

Name: Rosso

Age: 28

Mental Strength: Rank A

Secondary differentiation: Not yet

……

Female Queen: Raphael

Age: 24

Mental strength: SS level

Secondary differentiation: Not yet

Female attendant: None

Female slaves: None

"Queen, that's a rather formal title. What should you call me then?"

Rosso's dark eyes stared at the image on the screen, a slow ripple of emotion spreading across them.

Beside him, he had a pair of beautiful heterochromatic blue-green eyes. When he smiled, it was as if his eyes were filled with scattered stars, which was mesmerizing.

"A mighty ruler."

Raphael blushed and murmured softly.

A soft call, yet it struck my heart like a heavy hammer.

Married? He actually got married?

This fact made him feel somewhat dizzy.

"I'm married! I have a wife!"

Rosso shouted excitedly, his joy barely concealed.

His heart was like a surging spring, unstoppable.

He picked up Raphael and spun him around several times.

One lap, two laps, three laps... He forgot everything around him, his eyes only on Raphael's impeccably beautiful face.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Raphael was suddenly picked up and screamed in fright.

His hand instinctively reached out and tightly hugged Rosso's neck, as if afraid he would fall.

"I'm so happy! I've finally married you, and I can be with you openly and honestly!"

Rosso's laughter rang in Raphael's ears.

His animated expression infected Raphael, who couldn't help but smile.

Their relationship has finally become intertwined.

From this moment on, they will stay together and never leave each other.

Night falls.

Darkness, as subtle as ink, silently spread, enveloping the entire mine.

Rosso, clutching the folder, followed in his wife's footsteps.

"Honey, you're not feeling well, you should go home and rest. I can handle these things on my own."

He spoke softly, his expression gentle, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Raphael remained unmoved by his words, his face as cold as ice.

His gait seemed somewhat strange, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Who did this to me?"

Rosso's heart tightened; he knew perfectly well why Raphael was so angry.

Their intimate contact during the day.

To prove his strength and not be outdone by the red-haired guy, he used every trick in the book.

"Honey, calm down. I know I was wrong. I'll be gentler next time."

Rosso quickly apologized, a smug smile on his face.

He secretly rejoiced that this body possessed such outstanding talent in that area, and its stamina was also quite remarkable.

This allows him to fully enjoy intimate moments with his wife without worrying about ending too soon.

"Stop talking, shut your mouth."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Raphael's forehead as he endured his discomfort and quickened his pace.

Soon, they arrived at the end of the corridor.

Hagrid was already standing there, and he could see Raphael and Rosso walking towards them from afar.

A smile spread across his face as he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Dr. Raphael, I have carefully selected five soldiers as you instructed."

Raphael nodded slightly.

Just as he was about to look at the five soldiers, a large hand suddenly reached out and blocked his view.

"Wife, I've already checked them out for you. None of these soldiers are as good-looking as me, and their figures aren't as good either."

As he spoke, Rosso deliberately puffed out his chest to show off his physique.

He took his wife's hand and placed it on his abdomen, letting her feel his firm abs.

The warmth of his body traveled to his palm, and Raphael recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

He glanced at Rosso with a hint of helplessness. After all, they were in a work setting, so they had to be careful.

"My lord, if you continue to act so recklessly, I really will have to ask you to go back."