Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

When Yalta woke up, it was still dark. His limbs were entangled and burning hot, completely different from his own, and the skin that touched his was even a little damp with sweat.

The soft, steady breathing echoed in his ears, and the fluffy head nestled close to his neck, intimately close.

Yalta carefully switched the two positions so they were facing each other, and looking at the sleeping male insect's face, he felt inexplicably satisfied.

Men rarely express their feelings directly with words. After confirming his feelings, Yan Kai was no different from usual, but at night he became particularly clingy, always wanting to entangle himself around Yalta.

Sometimes, an unconscious action may be the truest reflection of one's inner self.

Yan Kai has lived alone for nearly thirty years. He dislikes crowds but fears loneliness. He longs for warmth but is also timid, afraid that he will get hurt.

To put it bluntly, it's just low self-esteem.

This is probably the case, even though Yan Kai is unwilling to admit it.

Yalta was cold-hearted and even his body was cold. No matter how you looked at it, he had nothing to do with the word 'warmth'. But Yan Kai was still willing to open his heart to him and accept him without reservation.

Because he knew that this female insect was so stubborn that she was obsessive, and once she made up her mind about something, there was no possibility of regret.

Their emotional world was far from normal, yet they were surprisingly well-matched as a couple.

Yan Kai had never felt this way with anyone else before—an involuntary, instinctive dependence, and through their interactions, the missing part of his life was gradually filled in until it was complete…

Yalta propped himself up; the darkness did not affect his vision. He stared at the male insect's smooth profile for a long time, his eyes filled with an inscrutable fervor. He pressed down on Yan Kai's fingers, prying them apart one by one from their tightly interlocked shape.

The male insect seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, and took the initiative, grabbing the restless hand and stuffing it into the blanket, finally pressing it against its own abdomen and falling into a deep sleep.

Yalta felt the rise and fall of her palm, a faint smile spreading across her face in the darkness. She lowered her head and pecked at the lips she had bitten red, then twisted her wrist to break free, grabbed the bathrobe beside her, put it on, and turned to leave.

A shadowy figure stood quietly at the entrance of the villa.

Yalta gently closed the door, crossed his arms, and leaned lazily against the doorframe, a half-smile on his face: "So bold?"

The other person reached up and adjusted their hat, then chuckled, "You already knew, didn't you?"

"No, I only found out after you arrived."

"Yalta, this hypocrisy is unlike you."

Yalta shrugged indifferently: "Being an insect means keeping a low profile."

"Fine, I'll pretend you don't know, but now that Knox has successfully taken over, you'll find out sooner or later."

Yalta's joking expression vanished: "So you actually knew all along that Pedrak had something going on, and you made me cooperate with you before so that he would expose himself?"

"Yes."

Yalta walked up to the female insect in front, flicked his finger to knock off the annoying hat, and his long sky-blue hair flowed down.

"Kolo, how many times is this? How are you going to repay all this insect debt?"

The female insect remained calm: "Yalta, you're not such a petty insect."

Yalta squinted: "Tch—who says I'm not?"

Kolo sighed helplessly, knowing that this was going to be a tough hurdle, and had no choice but to answer: "What do you want me to do?"

Yalta enjoyed talking to clever insects; it was effortless: "It's nothing really, I just want you to help me cause some trouble for the insects on this list, to see if they dare to stick their noses out so far under my nose again..."

Kolo took the unfolded document; most of the names were familiar. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Interesting."

Yalta glanced at him indifferently, hesitated slightly, and finally decided to tell him: "Take Della with you. The culprit who crippled his wings is among them. He's the first one in the third-to-last row."

Kolo suddenly looked up, his previous calm vanishing: "I investigated, and all the insects involved died in the war."

Yalta scoffed, "The tricks that nobles usually use are nothing more than a bunch of scapegoats."

Kolo's brow was furrowed with gloom. After a long silence, he carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket: "Wait for news."

After saying that, he disappeared into the night.

Yalta lowered his hand, looked up at the Milky Way so close to him, his face grim.

Originally, he did not intend to involve outsiders, since it was an internal conflict within their tribe. However, he took Yan Kai back so that the male insects could see a new and relatively peaceful Longkoda.

However, his time in power was too short, and the resources he could access were limited. He could only risk using all available resources around him to settle things as quickly as possible...