StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

"The replacement was successful, judging from the current situation..."

As is customary, the medical officer was required to give a report after the experiment was completed. Fortunately, Andorra did not assign him any other work, and he left quickly after the experiment was over.

Sitting on the lab bench massaging her arm, Shen Qingqing felt as if she had just taken a nap and had no physical discomfort.

It wasn't the pain I imagined.

A cup was suddenly handed to her, and Shen Qingqing looked at him in confusion.

A distant voice came from above, "Rehydrate."

"Oh." He took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Andor looked at her and thought she was incredibly bold. "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"

"If you had thought about it, you would have done it a long time ago. Why wait until now?"

Shen Qingqing just wanted to know how Klein was doing, so she put the cup aside and went to his side.

Klein kept his eyes closed, exuding an austere air, like a celestial being descended from heaven, always treating all beings with a serene and peaceful demeanor.

He was wearing the protective suit he had changed out of, but it still couldn't hide his holiness and nobility.

His temperament was completely different from other Zerg, unlike Desk's treacherous nature, Selit's sinister nature, and Gatana's manipulative nature.

He is truly a precious son favored by the gods!

Seeing that she was staring at Klein, Andor glanced at her indifferently and asked, "Do you like this type of male insect?"

“No,” Shen Qingqing said without looking up, “I just appreciate pretty insects.”

Is it just admiration?

Andorra didn't quite believe her.

Each queen insect has a harem of three thousand beauties, and some even have diverse tastes and love to collect handsome male insects.

High emotional intelligence: diverse tastes, enjoys collecting all kinds of males.

Low emotional intelligence: Falls in love with every woman he meets, a womanizer!

Andor snorted softly, thinking to himself that the queen insect was still as lecherous as ever, not even sparing the males on the sickbed.

Even Andor himself didn't realize that since meeting Shen Qingqing, his life of silence and desirelessness for more than two hundred years had begun to change, and the emotions he lost in his youth were beginning to affect the naive young man.

He mistakenly believed it was interference from the insect mother's pheromones and was thinking that when he returned to Wangxing, he would definitely upgrade the system in his body.

"The brain modules are getting more and more chaotic," he muttered to himself.

"He moved! He just moved his hand!"

A surprised voice came from inside. Andor looked up at the lab table and saw Shen Qingqing grab Klein's hand and shake it.

His face beamed with barely concealed joy. "His hand just moved! Just now..."

Just a slight movement of your finger can make you this happy... Andorra's long silver hair obscured the unfathomable look in his eyes.

"It's probably the blood that's taking effect. Judging from his recovery, he should wake up tomorrow. It's getting late, why don't you go and rest?"

"No need, I'll wait for him here!"

When Shen Qingqing said this, her eyes were filled with undisguised excitement.

It was as if she were the one waking up.

After spending these few days together, Andor realized that if she didn't want to do it, there was nothing he could do to stop her.

He could only say dejectedly, "Then you can call me anytime if you need anything."

In the operating room, only Shen Qingqing and Klein, who was still unconscious, remained.

Klein felt as if his hands were being enveloped in warmth, soft and cozy.

In his dream, it was pitch black. He was walking alone in the night, without a destination, simply moving forward by instinct.

Suddenly, something grabbed his foot. He looked down and saw a withered, shriveled hand.

The owner of the hand seemed to be on his last legs, his eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, were filled with astonishment.

He said, "How did you end up here?"

Shouldn't he be here? Klein didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Get out of here right now! This is not a place for you!!"

The old man seemed very angry, gripping his ankle tightly as if he wanted to kick him out.

Klein opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

It is aphasia.

Then the scene shifts to an endless raging fire, its flames flickering but offering no warmth.

Seeing this, Klein felt a chill run down his spine.

It was when his clansmen committed suicide!

"Mother..."

Klein tried to grab her hand, but it just passed right through him. He could only watch helplessly as his former people fell one by one before him.

When he left, were they forced to burn down their former home and confront the devil's claws like this?

Endless regret was deeply rooted in his heart. Klein had considered the consequences, but would anyone believe him, the words of a traitor?

Kneeling on the ground, he repeatedly expressed his resentment. Klein was not a heartless killing machine. He once had a happy family. Although his father died early, his mother was never weak. On the contrary, she led the Crimean royal family to prosperity.

Now, his mother cups his face in her hands and gently kisses his forehead. "Child, you are not alone. We will always believe in you and believe that you are not the murderer who killed the insect mother."

Tears soaked his clothes. Commander Klein, who was always upright and unconventional and never showed any weakness in front of outsiders, knelt on the ground at this moment, repenting for his past decisions.

If he hadn't agreed to board the warship and hadn't met Gatana, would none of this have happened? Would all of this still have a chance to change...?

Shen Qingqing, who was standing by, saw Klein's brows furrowed, as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

She gently stroked his forehead with her fingers, soothing his unease.

In his dream, Klein felt waves of warmth flowing through his body, and those unbearable past events drifted away like smoke, gradually dissipating into the vast darkness.

Klein felt the small point of light in front of him getting brighter and brighter, gradually enveloping his entire body.

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the glaring light, and...

Klein propped himself up, looking at the small hand resting on his wrist, unsure of what to do.

The owner of the small hand was a female; she had seen the photograph and heard the sound through the inside line on the warship.

When I first saw her in person, she was indeed even more beautiful than in the photos.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Klein's face.

As he tried to lift his arm to help the insect mother up, he suddenly felt something strange in his body.

The skin that he and the insect mother wanted to touch began to become scalding hot, as if positive and negative poles were touching, and they could no longer break free.

The throbbing in his heart, and the longing that came from touching skin... Klein, a man of great experience, could hardly believe it.

His queen insect actually exchanged blood with him!