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

As they spoke, the pot lid was lifted by the steam, and the soup boiled and overflowed, making a sizzling sound.

Yalta quickly lifted the pot lid, and the white noodles were bubbling and clearly cooked. He took two bowls from the cupboard and scooped out the noodles.

A poached egg, a few leafy greens, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions—a clean bowl of clear soup, is the kind of noodles Yan Kai used to make for him.

Yalta himself is a good cook, and if you know how to eat, you can naturally replicate it. In the past, he simply disdained cooking, but now he can taste the anticipation.

Whether or not to do something depends on the person. If Yalta were to cook a meal for Tokar, the female insect would most likely kill him to avoid wasting food.

Seeing Yan Kai still standing upstairs in a daze, Yalta pointed to the noodles and said, "Come down and try my cooking?"

Yan Kai suddenly woke up, lowered his eyelids, raised his hand to grab a handful of bangs that were falling in front of his forehead, and covered his face with the wide sleeves of his bathrobe, as if afraid that no one would notice anything unusual, trying to cover up the obvious.

He dawdled as he walked to the restaurant, pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and focused solely on eating his noodles, without exchanging a single word throughout the entire meal.

Yalta wasn't stupid; he could sense that Yan Kai was avoiding the issue. However, Yan Kai had said everything he needed to say and was at a loss for words.

I reluctantly picked at the noodles in my bowl. After being away for so many days, I was finally able to sit down and have a meal in peace. It was alright, I guess.

The room was bright and airy, with the air conditioning system humming and the fan blades moving, occasionally stirring the white gauze curtains. The atmosphere wasn't awkward; a strange ambiguity quietly permeated the air.

Yan Kai picked at his food very slowly, and chewed even slower.

The noodles tasted great. Although they were very similar to what he made, they were completely in the style of a female insect – flamboyant and rich. They were a bit too strong for him, but surprisingly suited his taste.

Yalta was in a terrible state. He was starving but couldn't eat anything. He had a special constitution that made him resistant to cold but not to heat. The weather in Morbis was bearable at night, but the daytime temperature was consistently above 35 degrees Celsius. He managed to eat a few noodles that he could count on his fingers, but then he stopped.

The insect leaned lazily against the back of the chair, arms crossed, legs crossed, staring longingly at the male insect, its thoughts drifting.

To be honest, I've already taken the oath and had my stomach checked, so why isn't the worm reacting at all?

According to the progress in the little book, shouldn't the male insects have been captured by now?

Yalta stared thoughtfully at the silent male insect, so quiet that even slurping his noodles was a silent affair.

He really wanted to ask the male insect what he thought directly, but seeing his expression, he hesitated, afraid that he might accidentally step on some landmine and ruin the harmonious atmosphere that had been so hard to build, which would be a loss.

The female insect had to admit that he had no talent for understanding the male insect's thoughts.

Time passed slowly, and Yan Kai seemed to have a knack for eating noodles. He could only eat a handful at most, and that would last him forever.

Yalta grew increasingly anxious as he waited. The sun had somehow set behind him at the restaurant, casting a bright light on his back. A thin layer of sweat seeped from his body, and his emotions gradually became irritable.

He licked the tip of his teeth, and his mouth started to itch.

He fiddled with the cigarette pack in his pocket, turning it over and over in his palm. Finally, unable to resist his irritating restlessness, he took it out, tapped it on the table, and asked, "Mind me?"

Yan Kai's gaze fell on the rectangular cigarette box. He stared at it for a few seconds, put down his chopsticks, took it from his hand, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said emotionlessly, "Light."

Yalta glanced at him, put his leg down, and rummaged in his pockets, but there was no lighter.

She rubbed her fingertips together, stood up, bent down, and stretched out her hand to the male insect: "Come here."

Although Yan Kai was puzzled, he obediently did as instructed.

Yalta rubbed his thumb together, and a small flame shot out.

Yan Kai took a shallow breath and exhaled a puff of smoke towards the female insect: "The leader is mighty."

Yalta raised an eyebrow, recalling how he had acted the same way in Longkoda: when he was unhappy, he would call him "Chief," and when he was happy, he would call him "Yalta."

"I happen to know a little bit of the High Priest's tricks too."

"Ah."

Yan Kai showed no desire to speak. After a brief response, the two insects fell silent again, and the large restaurant was filled with only gray-blue smoke.

Yalta kept rubbing his fingers together, which smoothed out his originally sharp nails.

He wasn't a talkative person; in the past, Yan Kai did most of the talking while he listened.

The male insects always seem to have endless things to say, and can chat about anything, something Yalta doesn't think he has.

Watching the male insect chain-smoking cigarettes, I suddenly regretted taking out the cigarette myself.

Just as Yan Kai was about to take the last cigarette, he couldn't help but make his move.

"almost."

"One more won't make a difference."

"It's not like we'll lose one more."

It's okay if you smoke, and it's okay if you don't.

Yan Kai forced a smile but didn't insist. He had something on his mind and seemed listless.

Yalta glanced at the pile of cigarette ash beside the male insect, his expression quite serious: "Why are you unhappy? If I did something wrong, you can just tell me."

He's now very self-aware; if something seems amiss, he always tries to pin it on himself first.

Yan Kai's fingers, which were resting on the table, clenched for a moment. He turned his head away and replied casually, "No, I'm just annoyed by the heat."

A hastily made-up excuse.

He wasn't a native of the far north and wasn't afraid of the scorching heat; besides, the villa had air conditioning, so the temperature was quite comfortable.

Yalta watched the male insect's subtle movements and thought to himself that it was indeed because of him.

After a moment's thought, she walked around the dining table to the male insect, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked him intently into her eyes.

“Yan Kai, Longkeda’s bugs don’t have that many twists and turns. I said it can be changed, and it really can be changed.”

It's easier to discuss things if you speak your mind.

Yan Kai's gaze wandered; he couldn't explain why, but he couldn't look directly at the female insect.

"Yan Kai, you know I always keep my word."

Yalta frowned, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart.

Although he and Yan Kai slept with the lights off, it was precisely because of this that the female insect understood the deeper meaning behind certain subtle emotional shifts.

Yalta suddenly realized what was happening when the male insect turned its head to dodge again.

Yan Kai hesitated.

When faced with himself, he no longer firmly refused.

Yalta's brows gradually relaxed, his heart filled with barely suppressed excitement, eager to prove his ideas.

His gaze fell on those light pink lips, and a thought stirred within him.

The Zerg have always expressed their emotions in a simple and straightforward way.

The next second, the four labial petals gently pressed together, and the familiar scent of the male insect wafted over.

The female insect's entire heart was trembling.

Yalta did not rush to seize the territory, but patiently waited for Yan Kai's reaction.

After a long period of contact, the male insect neither rejected nor accepted, but simply remained frozen in place, as if making a silent invitation.

The female insect raised her eyebrows and stared intently at the male insect. After noticing his gaze, the male was stunned for a moment, then seemed to give up the struggle and slowly closed his eyes.

Yalta received the subtle signal, a flash of inspiration she had never felt before. Without a moment's hesitation, she easily pushed aside his completely unguarded lips, and then met his wetness...