Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

The guards' expressions changed slightly upon hearing this. Zhou Yanshu was their most illustrious king a hundred years ago, yet now he had been humiliated to this extent by a lowly Alpha.

Times have changed, and the mermaid race is no longer what it used to be.

Suppressing their grief, they received the message and went outside.

"His Majesty has not yet retired for the night. Go and inform him of the situation."

The guards, having received their orders, bowed and then turned and walked into the night.

The commotion outside gradually subsided. Yu Zhuo activated the perception capabilities of his system library and, after thoroughly scanning his surroundings, finally relaxed and leaned against Zhou Yanshu's back.

"It's alright, they're gone."

"You..." Zhou Yanshu was suffocating under his weight. He gripped the edge of the pillow and said menacingly, "Get up!"

Yu Zhuo lifted his eyelids, belatedly realizing the inappropriateness of his actions, and quickly stood up from the bed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but my current weight is not yet 60kg, so it shouldn't cause you any harm."

Zhou Yanshu: "...?"

Yu Zhuo: "..."

Yu Zhuo felt uncomfortable after speaking. He had indeed been a ball for too long and had forgotten how to speak normally.

"I..." Yu Zhuo met Zhou Yanshu's suspicious gaze and said dryly, "I was just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."

Zhou Yanshu struggled to turn over, his neck burning with pain. He touched it and found that the spot where he had been bitten was red, swollen, and raised, accompanied by a slight stinging pain.

He stared at Yu Zhuo, his tone grim: "Didn't you say you wouldn't bite my glands?"

“I didn’t bite there.” Yu Zhuo looked at Zhou Yanshu and said it quite frankly.

He only bit off the skin around the gland.

Yu Zhuo needed to examine the extent of damage to Zhou Yanshu's glands, and this was the only way to collect the information.

Although Yu Zhuo also wanted to bite him for fun, Zhou Yanshu had already been marked by him in the past. The pheromones in Yu Zhuo's body were not compatible with the previous ones. Biting him directly would only cause rejection, making it even more unbearable for Zhou Yanshu.

Zhou Yanshu covered his gland without speaking. Seeing his pale face, Yu Zhuo asked, "Shall I take a look?"

Surrounded by the rich pheromones in the room, Zhou Yanshu's body inexplicably reacted, and upon hearing this, he grabbed the blankets covering him.

“…No need.” Zhou Yanshu calmed himself down. “Open the window, your smell is too strong.”

Yu Zhuo knew that his bitter almond smell was unpleasant, so he said "oh" and went to open the window a crack.

There might be other guards outside keeping watch, so Yu Zhuo carefully opened the window only a tiny, inconspicuous spot, without attracting anyone's attention.

The crack was barely open; Zhou Yanshu glanced at the window and asked cryptically, "Why did you do that?"

Yu Zhuo picked up his belt, leaned against the wall, and looked at Zhou Yanshu's face: "Your Majesty, I am not a person sent by Tamo, nor do I want to do anything for him."

"Is that so?" Zhou Yanshu narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that you were also forced into it?"

Yu Zhuo gripped the leather belt in his hand, glancing at Zhou Yanshu's exposed chest before looking away: "Not entirely."

“A large part of the reason I came here is because you are here,” Yu Zhuo said calmly. He looked at Zhou Yanshu and continued, “You are my husband.”

Zhou Yanshu paused in his shirt-wearing motion, as if he sensed something unusual in Yu Zhuo's words. But by the time he looked over, Yu Zhuo had already looked away.

Zhou Yanshu buttoned up her clothes one button at a time: "I only had one husband, and he is dead."

Yu Zhuo nodded: "So I am your second husband."

Zhou Yanshu: "..."

“You are not the same as him; there is no comparison between you two,” Zhou Yan said gently.

Yu Zhuo turned his gaze: "For example?"

“For example…” Zhou Yanshu paused abruptly, as if he had remembered something. His expression darkened and he stopped speaking.

The world they live in is a world that has been restructured.

This world blocks all news about surviving in a cowardly manner. Names, deeds, descriptions... once spoken, they will be detected by the triangulation system standing 10,000 meters in the air and then forcibly deleted.

Either erase the memory, or simply crush the soul.

Zhou Yanshu was able to escape this calamity thanks to his years of disguise. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he sensed the threat and electric current around him.

His throat was dry, and after a moment of silence, he said, "So much time has passed that I don't even know what my late husband looked like anymore."

Yu Zhuo's pupils trembled. The things he had mentally prepared himself for were now unfolding vividly before his eyes. Everyone in this world was alive, including those from five hundred years ago, but none of them remembered him.

The idea of ​​merely surviving was completely erased from their minds.

The real punishment wasn't death, but oblivion. The system was indeed extremely cruel to him.

Yu Zhuo lowered his eyelashes, instantly suppressing all the emotions in his heart, and said to Zhou Yanshu indifferently, "The deceased is gone, you must look forward."

Zhou Yanshu sneered, a shadow falling over his eyes. He lightly rubbed his temples and said, "You're just trying to show me you're not one of Tamo's people and now want to side with me. But how can I believe you?"

Yu Zhuo touched the back of his neck: "Wasn't what I just did enough to show my attitude?"

“Of course not.” Zhou Yanshu pinched his fingertips, raised his silver eyes, and slowly looked at Yu Zhuo’s figure. “I don’t believe you.”

"..." Yu Zhuo didn't try to hide it. He leaned against the wall, letting Zhou Yanshu's gaze sweep over him bit by bit.

“It’s alright. We’ve just met, so it’s normal that you don’t believe me.” Yu Zhuo took two steps closer to Zhou Yanshu and smiled. “There’s a long time ahead, and I will explain my position to you.”

Zhou Yanshu stared at him with unwavering silver eyes. His pupils were not as bright as before, and they were half-hidden under his eyelashes, adding a touch of darkness and ambiguity.

Yu Zhuo pulled a small medicine box from his pocket, walked over to Zhou Yanshu and sat down beside him, looking behind him: "Does it hurt? Let me put some medicine on it for you."

Zhou Yanshu looked at Yu Zhuo, whose medicine box was jet black and engraved with intricate totem patterns. The lines of the totems were clear, with intertwined edges and a radiating core, revealing a long-winged creature at the very center.

It looks vaguely familiar.

"Apply it or not?" Yu Zhuo covered the medicine box with his palm, obscuring the insectoid patterns on it. "If you don't apply it, I'll keep it. It's very precious."

Zhou Yanshu frowned and looked away. Seeing that Yu Zhuo was about to hide the medicine box again, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt.

"No hurries?"