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

Their gazes met again. Yan Kai held the cigarette between his fingers, pressed his forehead, and looked troubled.

"What should I do? I want to kiss again."

Yan Kai cast a vast net, trying to trap the female insect, but he was controlled by the incessant thoughts raging in his mind.

He was like a man possessed when he was around female insects, wanting to touch them all the time, yet he was also afraid that his stickiness would annoy them, so he became very cautious.

When his original intentions went astray, Yan Kai felt a little uneasy. He wanted to play the role of a perfect admirer, but unknowingly, he seemed to have become an admirer himself.

In moments of lucidity, my heart is torn apart, and I repeatedly remind myself of these things, only to completely forget them in the midst of an embrace.

Lost in decadent reverie, he realized how difficult it was to maintain his true self—even he himself couldn't explain it anymore...

Yalta gazed at Yan Kai quietly. Perhaps it was because he had grown to like the look of him, but he felt that the male insect's features seemed to become more and more refined, especially his eyes, which were as black as the eternal night. Even if he did nothing, they were enough to make countless female insects fall into despair.

His possessiveness suddenly reached a peak, and he was even somewhat glad that he had chosen this male insect. It had none of the bad habits of aristocrats, was pragmatic, knew its limits, and, more importantly, had never shown the slightest contempt for female insects in its eyes.

Who doesn't love pretty and obedient little toys?

Yalta not only likes it, but also enjoys collecting it.

She deliberately sealed his lips and teeth.

After a long time.

The female insect scoffed in a low voice, "Stop dawdling."

There's a difference between initiating a kiss and being kissed, and this difference is obviously quite significant for Yan Kai. They've done everything they could, yet now he's completely mesmerized by such a simple kiss, grinning from ear to ear with a smile more alluring than a flower, yet also with a touch of foolishness.

Yalta glanced at him impassively, then turned his head, his previously expressionless face now showing a hint of warmth.

The male insect has been behaving well lately, so he's happy to relax and is willing to give it a little treat.

Yan Kai chuckled to himself, not noticing when the cigarette burned out, until he jumped in surprise when it burned his fingertip. The kid was really naive; he rubbed the burned spot and continued to chuckle happily.

Yalta clicked his tongue, grabbed his hand to examine it, and scolded, "Are you stupid?"

Yan Kai was used to rough work and didn't mind. He crushed it with his fingertips, made two more sticks, put one of them to the female insect's lips, and then took a sip himself.

call--

As if in retaliation for what happened before, it sprayed smoke onto the female insect's face.

Yalta was slightly surprised. In the thin mist, her face was exquisitely beautiful, but her words were particularly jarring: "Want to die?"

"How could that be? I haven't lived enough!"

"You've gotten bolder?"

Yan Kai, with a smug and stylish chin, said, "You spoiled him."

"My fault?"

"My fault."

"Excessive."

Yan Kai squatted down next to him, never expecting that the two of them could have such a moment to chat. He was in a great mood, even savoring the taste of his cigarette: "So sweet."

Yalta squinted, pressing the tip of his cigarette against his tongue: "Lonkoda cigarettes are always extremely bitter."

"I think it's just right."

"Male insects prefer the mild flavor of hookah."

Yan Kai stared intently at the female insect, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "I can't use that stuff, I just crave this kind of thrill."

"Has some taste."

"That's natural."

Yalta flicked the ash from his cigarette, pressed his aching forehead, and showed a rare hint of weariness on his face: "Come here, give me a head massage."

Yan Kai raised an eyebrow: "You like ordering me around so much?"

"Isn't this your job?"

"You've really gone too far, exploiting me in every way."

Yalta turned his head away.

Yan Kai turned and went into the water, raising his hand to gather and brush aside the female insect's white hair. The same action revealed her still pitiful back, but now he had two completely different states of mind.

As I traced the uneven scars with my fingertips, I wondered how many repeated injuries it would take to accumulate such layers of trauma.

He suddenly felt an urge to learn about the female insect's past.

Even though the other party didn't care, Yan Kai couldn't help but wonder if this overly assertive female insect had also licked her wounds alone during long, cold nights.

"how did you make it?"

"what?"

"The wound on my back."

"Feeling sick?"

"No."

It's heartache.

Even though it had nothing to do with him and he wasn't in pain, Yan Kai seemed to feel the pain as if it were his own.

His heart ached involuntarily, wave after wave, as if it had been pierced through by countless tiny needles. There was no intense pain, but it was still unbearable for him.

Yan Kai involuntarily clenched his fingers, his face turning deathly pale.

In this hunt, he had already lost sight of who truly held the home ground.

Yalta stared blankly at the dark floor-to-ceiling windows across the street for a moment.

His pale, lifeless face was reflected in the mirror, strangely overlapping with his childhood self in his memory. It seemed that he had not grown at all, and was still so fragile and easily broken.

Painful memories overwhelmed him, making it hard to breathe. He gripped the edge of the white jade stone tightly, the sharp grooves cutting his palm, and the sticky liquid spreading on his hand.

He seemed completely oblivious, scraping his skin bit by bit, as if he were used to self-torture, only the constant, relentless pain could alleviate a trace of his inner turmoil.

Turning back, all that remained in his silent eyes was desolation.

Yan Kai met the female insect's gaze in silence, his face showing undisguised heartache.

Yalta suddenly lost his voice. The words of refusal rolled around in his throat a few times before disappearing between his lips and teeth, but he still couldn't say them.

Those past events were not glories to be celebrated, but shames he desperately wanted to forget.

The male insect before him may be different, but Yalta has no intention of bringing him under his control. Some wounds can only be healed by oneself.

"Nothing to do with you."

Nothing to do with him.

Yalta didn't want any insect's pity or sympathy. His pride wouldn't allow him to bow his head, much less in front of a male insect.

Despite being coldly rejected, Yan Kai didn't feel upset.

Perhaps it was because the female insect's voice trembled so violently, or perhaps it was because his body was so cold so starkly cold, but his heart was filled with an indescribable heartache, and at the same time he felt a deep sense of powerlessness for this fierce, cold, infuriating, and excessively strong-willed female insect.

Yan Kai had never comforted anyone before; all he could do was leave a kiss, carefully smoothing over those old scars.

Yalta clenched his fingers tightly. That damned male insect always did unexpected things to him without asking!

But he actually enjoyed it and couldn't refuse.

"Do not touch me!"

Yalta was confined to a small space with nowhere to escape.

"Yalta."

The pronunciation of the Zerg is quite peculiar; the three words sound unexpectedly soft when spoken.

"let me go!"

"I do not want."

"Yan Kai, don't let yourself forget who you are after just a few days!"

"Oh, I haven't forgotten, Insect Servant, tool, I remember it very clearly."

Yalta gritted his teeth, trying to break free, but failed. He was surprised to find that the male insect was incredibly strong.

"Let go of me yourself, don't force me to do it."

Yan Kai asked, feeling wronged, "Why are you so angry?"

Before, when he wouldn't hold her, she would insist on snuggling into his arms.

Yalta resisted and suppressed his words, saying, "I don't need any insects' pity."

Yan Kai understood, tightened his arms around her, nuzzled his cheek affectionately against the female insect's shoulder and neck, and muttered, "What are you dreaming about? Why would I pity you for no reason?"

Yalta's body stiffened, but he still maintained his composure: "So what do you want to say?"

"Yalta, the pain will eventually pass."

Yalta curled her fingers, revealing bluish-white marks at her knuckles. Her long, flowing hair concealed her expression as she sensed the faint spiritual energy emanating from the male insect and miraculously calmed down.

After saying that, Yan Kai didn't continue. He just held him quietly. At a certain moment, their heartbeats miraculously overlapped, and the two unspokenly hid the strange feelings in their hearts.