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Apumian entered the house, and Shen Jihuai followed him in. "It's chilly outside. I can't feel the cold, but I feel that you are cold."

Shen Jihuai collapsed on the sofa like an old man, and said with a lost look: "I am so tired, I don't know when I will wake up, oh."

There is an Apmian in the dream, and there is another Apmian in reality. It must be that insect god who brought him here and made him float in the air, so that he can't even send warmth to his wife.

"Wife, I want to cook for you~~~~" Shen Jihuai let out a long cry to the sky, and finally, he could only lie on the sofa unwillingly.

Apumian pretended not to hear and went about his work in silence.

Creek cooked the porridge and brought it to Apumian as usual. Seeing that his face was even paler than yesterday, he started to complain again: "Shen Jihuai is really a piece of shit. It's better for him to die outside and never come back. Otherwise, I will beat him every time I see him. Even if you try to stop me, I will beat him. You are blind to meet a male insect like Shen Jihuai."

Apmian told everyone that Shen Jihuai had run away, but he did not say where Shen Jihuai had gone. After all, he didn't know where Shen Jihuai had gone, and no one knew which planet he was on.

Apumian glanced calmly at Shen Jihuai, who had sat up straight in anger.

Shen Jihuai argued: "Well, I did die once outside before I came back. You know I didn't die. My wife is so sad and you still mention my name. It's like rubbing salt into her wounds. Besides, I'm dead. What's the point of talking about it? Can I be resurrected?"

He died once?

Apumian had doubts in his heart. He took the porridge from Creek and started to drink it. "It's all in the past. Don't mention his name again in the future."

Creek crossed his arms in anger and snorted, "You care about him, but he doesn't necessarily care about you. He ran away without saying anything. Is he in a hurry to become the Insect God?"

Shen Jihuai: “…”

Apumian: "..."

"He is not worthy of being the Insect God." Apmian laughed in his heart, but he did not dare to laugh in front of Creek, for fear of being noticed by Shen Jihuai.

Shen Jihuai leaned on Apumian's shoulder like an eggplant hit by frost, and said aggrievedly: "Wife, I really didn't mean it. I was really scared at the time, and I was so overwhelmed by going home. I know that nothing I say now can make up for the mistake I made, but I really want to make up for the mistake I made. It's a pity that you can't see me, otherwise you can slap me twice."

Apmian answered secretly in his heart, I can't see it, but I can feel it.

If Creek heard this, he would definitely be the most sarcastic person.

Time has diluted a lot of things. Apumian hates Shen Jihuai, but he can't leave Shen Jihuai. To him, Shen Jihuai is the hand that desperately pulls him out of the quagmire, the warm yellow light that stays on when he returns from traveling outside in the cold winter, a bowl of hot ginger sugar water, and a cold night...

Each of these events seemed insignificant, but together they made Aphmian unforgettable.

Although anyone can do these things, except Elaine and Crick, no one else would do these things to him. There was only ruthless sarcasm and ridicule behind his back, and hypocrisy in public.

Shen Jihuai was doing this purely for his own good and didn't dislike him.

After being ambushed by space pirates, when the medical examination report came out, even he himself could not bear his mutilated body, but Shen Jihuai did not despise him.

How ridiculous! Shen Jihuai abused him thousands of times, but he still treated Shen Jihuai like his first love. No wonder Shen Jihuai said that he was in love and hopeless.

Shen Jihuai wants to go home, and he respects Shen Jihuai's choice.

Changing the Male Insect Act will inevitably result in bloodshed, if not by him then by some other insect.

Apumian thought that if Shen Jihuai had not appeared, he would hate Shen Jihuai for the rest of his life, but Shen Jihuai appeared silently.

Creek added bluntly: "Shen Jihuai is unworthy. The Insect God must be a female insect. How can a despicable male insect become an Insect God? Wouldn't that cause chaos?"

Shen Jihuai said suddenly: "What a twisted logic. If the insect god is a female insect, why doesn't it support the female insect? I think it must not be a good thing."

Apmian: "..." The only one who dares to scold the Insect God is probably Shen Jihuai, a strange species.

At this time, a certain insect god gave Shen Jihuai "cordially condolences".

"Vocal, you dare to scold me. I work so hard and worry so much, but for whom?" The Insect God cursed and wanted to wake Shen Jihuai up directly, but considering Apmian's health, he gave up.

"Humph, I'll let you be arrogant for a few more days."

After Creek left, Apmiyan had nothing to do, so he picked up a book and started reading.

Shen Jihuai has never been interested in anything related to writing. He would only read it when he had no choice in the past, but now he just wants to stay with Apmian.

"Wife, why don't we go out for a walk? We're getting bored staying at home all the time. Do you know that in my world, people can't stay in places with ceilings all the time? This should also apply to you."

Apmian turned a page. It was windy and cold outside and he didn't want to go out. Shen Jihuai wanted to go by himself.

Shen Jihuai rolled into Apumian's arms, resting his head on his legs, "Wife, didn't you throw away my things? Why are you still keeping them? It makes me so sad. How about I take care of them for you tonight?"

No. Apumian gave him a sidelong look. Why didn't he notice Shen Jihuai was so talkative before?

"Wife, how about I tell you my school story." Shen Jihuai suddenly had an inspiration and started talking from his kindergarten to when he was in college, interspersed with his unlucky brothers, who were all childhood friends who grew up together.

This was the first time Apmian heard Shen Jihuai talk about his past. In the past, Shen Jihuai was concerned about his identity and did not dare to say much, for fear of being heard by someone with ulterior motives. Therefore, Apmian did not know much about Shen Jihuai.

It's quite interesting. Shen Jihuai's life is colorful, unlike his boring life. He has been in the Tris Military School since he was a child, with a holiday once a month. When he was older, he started to do missions and he couldn't count how many times he escaped death.

"It would have been great if I had met you when I was in college. I never had a relationship back then, which is a pity." Shen Jihuai shook his head repeatedly, "But luckily I met you, my wife."

"Hey, wife, don't you think I talk too much?" Shen Jihuai's mouth was dry.

He had a strong premonition that he would wake up soon. Without time to explain, he smacked Apumian on the face and said hastily, "Wife, wait for me. I will come back when I find a way. Please wait for me."

Apmian suddenly felt a stutter, and the book in his hand slipped from his fingertips and fell on the thick carpet with a dull sound.

He stood up and took two steps at a time to look at the garden. All the traces were still there, proving that Shen Jihuai had indeed been there.

Apmian breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn't an illusion.

He waited for Shen Jihuai to come find him.