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

Shi Yu was lost in a sweet dream.

His body jolted violently and rolled onto the hard metal.

His eyelids felt like they were being weighed down by a thousand pounds, and it took a lot of effort for him to slowly open them.

The cramped room seemed to be spinning, and his head was spinning. He stood up, leaning against the wall.

Hearing a faint explosion, Shi Yu's heart tightened.

Ignoring everything else, she flung open the door and rushed out, silently praying that Chris would be alright.

Upon seeing the insect, he asked, "Have you seen Chris?"

"I didn't see it, Major General. It's dangerous outside. Please don't wander around."

The answer received was always disappointing to the insect.

Shi Yu felt a chill in his heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, and anxiety and worry intertwined in his mind.

Unfamiliar with the structure of the warship, he stumbled around the maze-like corridors like a headless fly.

He wandered around aimlessly, searching every possible hiding place, but ultimately found nothing.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he suddenly caught sight of Raphael running towards him.

His eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to greet him.

He asked anxiously, "Where's Chris? I can't find him."

Raphael stopped in his tracks. "He should be in the cockpit. If you're worried, you can use your mental powers to check."

"Oh right! How could I have forgotten about mental power?"

Shi Yu suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, slapped his forehead, and secretly felt annoyed.

Concern can cloud judgment, he took a breath.

His mental energy surged forth from his sea of ​​consciousness, instantly locking onto Chris's location.

He rushed toward the cockpit like a gust of wind, his heart filled with anxiety and worry.

Seeing that the other person was sitting there unharmed, his tense expression relaxed.

He approached slowly, his steps unsteady, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the panic he had just experienced.

He suddenly pulled the insect into his arms, his eyes brimming with heartache.

"Honey, you scared me to death. I'll work hard to earn money to support you from now on. You can just stay by my side and don't have to do anything."

"Bullets have no eyes; it's better to leave the work of killing enemies on the battlefield to those online trolls."

Chris's mind was still blank.

The overhead light shone on the king's face, and his calm and composed eyes now flickered with emotions he had never seen before.

The next second, a scorching breath suddenly came over him, and hot lips pressed against his lips like a storm.

The kiss came on strong, as if it wanted to devour him.

A faint scent of rosemary lingered in his nose, making Chris feel slightly dizzy.

Her large hand firmly supported the back of his head, while her other hand tightly gripped his waist.

The male's palm was hot and strong, transmitting a reassuring temperature to the insects through the fabric.

Meanwhile, the two drivers in the driver's seat couldn't help but look back frequently, secretly peeking.

They marveled inwardly at how gentle and considerate Lord Chris's lord was, a sight that even insects envied.

"My lord, please return to your room first."

Chris's ears flushed crimson as he caught a glimpse of a slight bulge beneath the master's body and hastily looked away.

"Yes, I only feel at ease when you're with me."

Shi Yu's voice was deep, and the flame in his heart burned brighter and brighter, gradually melting away the shackles of desire.

The arrow is already on the bowstring; I can't hold back any longer.

He simply picked Chris up horizontally and strode back the way he came.

"I... I can walk by myself... It's not good if other insects see me like this."

Chris's voice was low, and a faint blush rose to his face.

He raised his head and met the deep and ardent gaze of the powerful ruler. For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

"It's only natural for me to sleep with my wife in my arms."

Shi Yu appeared serious on the surface, but inside he was overjoyed.

……

Five days later.

The warship landed smoothly on the tarmac.

Shi Yu supported Chris, as if afraid he would fall.

He kept muttering, "Wife, I was wrong, please don't ignore me..."

He nudged Chris lightly with his shoulder, like a child who had done something wrong, carefully observing the other's expression.

Chris kept his lips tightly pressed together and remained silent.

When she got really annoyed by the noise, she glared at him sideways and then stopped looking at him.

Stepping off the tarmac, Shi Yu was about to contact his butler, Adolf, to arrange the rest of the trip.

But they were suddenly interrupted by a sincere voice.

"Brother, can I go to the palace with you?"

Shi Yu turned his head at the sound and saw Raphael walking quickly towards him, his eyes revealing eagerness and longing.

Raphael stopped in front of Shi Yu, staring intently at him, as if waiting for a definite answer.

Shi Yu hesitated, after all, the palace was not a place where insects could be brought in at will.

Unable to make up his mind, he subconsciously looked at Chris beside him, hoping to get some advice from him.

Chris felt Shi Yu's gaze.

He slowly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows below his eyelids, making it impossible for the insect to see his expression.

When they opened their eyes again, their gazes met, and their purple eyes conveyed a hidden emotion.

Shi Yu was unable to decipher its meaning for the time being.

Just then, Raphael spoke up again, "Brother, I really want to see the palace. I've never been there before, and I'm very curious about it."

Rosso, standing nearby, frowned slightly, unable to bear seeing his wife being wronged.

He immediately stepped forward, displaying his usual domineering presence.

"Shi Yu, Raphael just wants to see the palace; he won't cause any trouble."

Besides, what kind of relationship do we have? It's so unfair of you to be making excuses for such a small thing."

Upon hearing Rosso's words, Shi Yu's vanity got the better of him.

He thought to himself, "It wouldn't hurt to take my fellow villagers to the palace to see it."

This would not only satisfy Raphael's curiosity but also allow him to flaunt his status in front of his fellow countrymen.

So Shi Yu nodded and readily agreed.

"Okay, let's go together!"

He looked at Chris with a guilty look on his face. "Baby, Rosso really put in a lot of effort in capturing the rebels this time."

Before Chris could respond, a worker in a black suit walked over slowly with a polite smile on his face.

"My esteemed Major General, greetings! I am sent by Minister Balu, specifically to escort you and your companions to the Imperial Palace. Please follow me."

The workaholic's attitude was gentle and respectful.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu quickly grabbed Chris's hand, his face full of flattery.

"Uncle is so thoughtful, haha..."

Chris ignored Shi Yu's attempts to ingratiate himself and looked the worker in front of him up and down.

She asked calmly, "Is my uncle's headache any better now?"

The workaholic immediately replied respectfully, "Reporting to Your Excellency, the minister's headache has completely subsided; you need not worry."

After speaking, the worker bent down slightly, extended his right hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

Please come with me.

Chris curled his lips into a barely perceptible smile.

He shook off the lord's hand and walked towards the flying machine in front of him.

"Honey, slow down, watch your back, wait for me!"

Shi Yu quickly quickened his pace, following behind Chris, constantly shouting.

He held onto his wife's arm tightly, the kind of hold that wouldn't budge no matter how hard you tried to get rid of her.