Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Adrian looked away, took the "Living in Disguise" off his head, and let it sleep in the corner of the sofa.

After the crimson light on its body faded, the sphere still emitted a soft glow. The unknown tiny fragments merged inside the sphere, emitting scattered points of light like fireflies.

Adrian didn't look at it again, and continued to turn the pages of the white book.

*

Morris's eye wound healed faster than Adrian had expected. Fabian had given him a timeframe of half a month, but Morris had healed in less than a week.

Adrian performed a vision test on him. Morris initially saw white light, then saw blurry light and shadow, and finally reached the point where he could see the colors and outlines of things clearly.

The bloodshot in his swollen, purplish right eye slowly cleared away. Adrian finally saw his face clearly: a pair of narrow, almost identical deep purple eyes, in which Adrian's reflection could be seen.

“My lord, I will be going out on a mission in a few days and won’t be back for a while.” Morris unwrapped the complicated medical bandages and threw them aside. He pressed one hand on the desk behind him and grasped Adrian’s shoulder with the other. “Remember to call me.”

Adrian hummed in agreement, having anticipated this, and continued pushing Maurice forward: "Is there a specific time?"

Morris's military trousers had been pulled down to the short top, and he leaned back impatiently, his left foot resting on the seat next to him. "A month. If all goes well, I can be back in ten days."

Ten days…

Adrian also remembered Maurice's mission; it wasn't too difficult, and Maurice did indeed return in about ten days.

But it's hard to guarantee that Sean won't try to harm him within the next ten days.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back.” Adrian felt the warmth in his hand and stepped closer to Morris, feeling his breath and the rise and fall of his body.

There's no need to tell Morris about Sean now. Morris is a former prince, and his contact with Sean will inevitably reveal his secrets.

Adrian has other options.

Morris let out a muffled groan. Adrian, hearing the sound, snapped out of his reverie and stopped his pointless caresses.

“My lord…” Morris lowered his head, his fine black hair falling down to cover his flickering purple eyes. “Don’t do this.”

Even now, his military trousers are still only pulled down to the middle of his thighs, restricting his long and powerful bones and confining them to certain areas.

“There are books on the table, be careful.” Adrian pecked Morris’s lips. “It’s just a temporary mark.”

This female insect usually pretends too much, acting obedient and docile, and now she's suffering for it.

Morris's breathing quickened, his thick, curled eyelashes barely concealing the turbulent emotions surging within his eyes.

He looked up at Adrian after a moment, and Adrian stared back at him silently. It was like a silent game, neither willing to give in.

Morris gritted his teeth; he had nowhere to retreat, and in the end, he obeyed.

Sweat trickled down Maurice's forehead. He half-closed his eyes, panting as he listened to the sounds and breaths of Adrian lying on top of him.

The shadows of insects overlapped in the room, and the nightlight by the bedside illuminated their silhouettes.

Maurice vaguely heard Adrian whisper something in his ear.

Vague, intermittent, and unclear.

It's like saying you like a certain little bug.

Morrison's vigilance immediately increased. He tightened his grip on Adrian's neck and subtly reminded him, "My lord, I have a mission to complete."

There is a period of weakness of nearly a week after deep marking. Although Morris doesn't care, it will always affect some aspects.

Under normal circumstances, a favored female insect will have a male companion during her period of weakness.

Morris was good at positioning himself; he didn't want to go to the battlefield during this time and let it affect his mood.

Adrian should only be a B-rank now. But he once entered Morris's mental space to comfort him, and at that time his performance was far beyond a B-rank.

Morris frowned. Now, Adrian was finally showing signs of revealing his true level and was trying something out.

“My lord…” Morris’s eyes welled up with saline solution. He gripped Adrian’s collar tightly, his voice low.

Adrian chuckled at him. "Don't worry, I'm just trying."

After he finished speaking, he no longer touched and smoothed out the wrinkles on Morris's collar with his fingertips as he had done before.

Maurice collapsed onto the bed after only a few steps. The bedding was soft, and his upper body was soaked with sweat. Adrian, on the other hand, was dressed neatly. He had one leg propped up on the bed, and his gaze fell once again on the back of Maurice's neck.

The color of the insect pattern has become much dimmer than before, but it still has a golden shimmer and has not become completely dark.

It seems this attempt went quite well.

As Adrian thought this, he traced the lines of his abdomen downwards with his palm.

Morris's shirt, damp with sweat, barely concealed the contents, revealing a box of unwrapped dark chocolate underneath. Morris's eyes flickered; he bit his lip, then gripped the sheets beneath him tightly.

Adrian marked Morris the day before his departure, and because he was worried that it wouldn't be effective, he added several layers.

When Maurice left, he still buttoned his military uniform all the way up, covering himself completely.

The medical bandage around his right eye was still in place. Previously, the Seventh Prince's royal physician was a doctor specifically assigned to him by the Insect Emperor. Regardless of the reason, the medicine contained toxins from strange beasts, which was related to the royal family.

Morris also noticed something amiss. Even now, though his eye injury has almost fully healed, he still wears a bandage to conceal it.

Adrian helped him into the aircraft, and he watched the black dot in the sky quickly disappear into the horizon. Afterward, he packed his things and headed to another location.

He has already made a decision during this period.

He had walked that path in his past life, and the outcome wasn't good. In this life... perhaps he can choose a different path.

Adrian's aircraft was inconspicuous, entirely black, and disappeared quickly after disappearing into the clouds.

Aran was already waiting for him in the woods where they had agreed to meet. He took off his princely robes and changed into some more ordinary and comfortable clothes.

Adrian landed the aircraft deep in the woods. He walked over to Arran, who tossed him a miniature headset: "The doctor has been found. He's in the underground black market. Let's go together."

Adrian put on his headphones, and upon hearing this, he asked uncertainly, "You and I... going together?"

The underground black market is fraught with danger, frequently frequented by various space pirates. Arran and Adrian, two male insects, have virtually no combat ability, making their trip too risky.

Arran didn't care at all. He said, "Fabian has already gone. I sent him to check the situation. If anything goes wrong, we'll leave first and let him handle it."

Adrian: "..."