“Goodnight, my Lord.”
With the insect’s whisper, which was so faint it was barely audible, the bedside lamp was turned off, and the room was plunged into total darkness.
A few seconds later, Noah blinked involuntarily.
Knowing that his husband had not yet left, he naturally did not actually fall asleep. In fact, from the moment he decided to board Igris’s starship to return, he had been mentally prepared to be retaliated against. After all, he had truly trapped the other party quite severely. Rather than being marked for vengeance and waiting for a bomb to explode one day, it was better to be proactive and let the other party take a few knocks at him.
However, he lowered his eyelids and cautiously touched his collar.
Because he had just showered, the scent of body wash was inevitably left on his collar. Upon closer inspection, he could smell a faint trace of pheromones exclusive to the Chief Councilor amidst the clean scent. The breath was gentle and peaceful, devoid of any lewd intention, instead revealing a sense of caution and obvious comfort.
It was gentle, devout, restrained, and polite.
From beginning to end, he had not touched him even once.
Realizing this, the Lord Saint’s fingertips twitched. It was as if he had been burned, causing him to clench them unconsciously before pulling them back as if nothing had happened.
Strange insect.
It is just the corner of a piece of clothing. What is so great about kissing that?
Perhaps because he had returned to a familiar environment, he slept exceptionally soundly that night.
At a little past six the next morning, Noah opened his eyes. He did not have the habit of lazing in bed. He simply sat up, calmed his mind for a moment, and got out of bed.
He had showered and gone to bed as soon as he returned yesterday, so he had not checked his light-brain. After a simple morning workout, Noah showered again and had breakfast before activating his light-brain to glance at his messages.
There were not many insects who had his private contact information, and those who sent messages now mostly offered ordinary concern and greetings.
He replied to a few selectively, preparing to log off, when his gaze drifted involuntarily to a name pinned to the top: “Husband.”
It was a note that was affectionate, yet also formal.
He became slightly distracted, his mind involuntarily recalling that light kiss which seemed as if it had never existed, and indeed had never landed on him.
In truth, he had been prepared to be made things difficult for all of last night.
In terms of the division of power, male insects and female insects of the high-ranking privileged species were independent and did not interfere with each other. Even if a high-ranking female insect held a high position of power, it was difficult to influence the Holy Land above the nine heavens. Precisely because of this, male insect cubs without the care of immediate male relatives often learned to observe others’ expressions from a very young age.
Noah had always been very sensitive to the kindness of other insects.
Although his husband was very annoying, bad to the core, and sometimes deliberately made him angry, the other party was actually very measured in his words and actions. He neither teased him when he truly minded, nor did he ever cross the line in terms of behavior. In some daily life details, one could even call his conduct considerate and meticulous.
But why?
It was excusable when he was pretending before, but he had just set him up, had he not?
It was so difficult to understand.
He could not find an answer.
The Lord Saint thought for a moment and opened the internal forum exclusive to the Lords of the Holy Land. He tried to type, “I have a friend…” but after writing the beginning, he felt it was too obvious and deleted it.
Instead, he exited the local network and quietly slipped into a large forum open to the entire federation.
He edited again: [I am an obscure female insect actor filming the first television series of my career. I am currently in the stage of researching the script and character, and I have some questions about the character I am playing. I hope some kind friends can help me answer them.
It is inconvenient to disclose the detailed script, so I will briefly introduce the character relationship here.
The female insect I play is one of the protagonists of the story. This character is rather shameless, rather wicked, with a lot of schemes. The male insect character who acts as my counterpart is relatively cold and aloof. In general, he is a rational and steady Lord.
In the early stages of the story, the two protagonists are business rivals and a couple in a secret marriage.
In the script, in order to use the female insect, the male insect changes his cold attitude and takes the initiative to be close to and act coquettishly toward the female insect. However, the female insect remains unmoved and does not seem to buy into this act at all. After the male insect exposes his true personality and the female insect learns that his husband was actually pretending the whole time, not only is he not angry, but he also takes the initiative to cling to him. Why is that?]
1L: The male insect acts coquettishly toward the female insect? What kind of science fiction is this?
2L: This post is fake at a glance.
To be honest, even if it is a television series, this character setting is too exaggerated. Not to mention anything else, just the two identities of a secret marriage couple and business rivals cannot coexist. Let alone the later plot—would a Lord really take the initiative to cling to a female insect just to manipulate him? I do not believe it!
3L: The ultimate fantasy of a single person before death.
4L: This script has a problem. The female insect does not fall for it when he acts coquettishly, but falls for it after knowing the male insect is pretending. It is logically unreasonable.
I suggest the poster directly private message me the script, and I will give you some good guidance.
5L: To be reasonable, this female insect’s taste is really weird. What is this? Is the twisted melon sweeter?
6L: There is only one answer, it is obvious because he is a pervert.
7L: Because he is a pervert.
8L: Because he is a pervert.
Noah: “!”
Is that so?
He felt that the real reason should not be this, but what was this feeling of being unable to refute it?
He frowned slightly in confusion and continued to scroll down the post.
27L: Do not be so quick to say that. Actually, if you think about it carefully, this plot setting is not impossible to understand. Imagine this: a cold and aloof Lord, because he needs something from you, deliberately pretends to be a clingy, cute type, forcing himself to endure shame and discomfort to take the initiative to get into your arms and cling to you. Heh heh heh heh.
28L: Heh heh.
29L: Heh heh.
30L: Heh heh.
31L: That is very exciting.
32L: Question the pervert, understand the pervert, become the pervert.
33L: Ah, now that you put it this way, I am even more curious about the reaction of the cold Lord in the play. Anyway, it is just a superficial marriage of mutual use. Since the female insect is so into it, it shows that the other party does not dislike the coquettish act, but rather likes the forceful approach. Now, if he clings and acts coquettishly again, will he not easily mesmerize the female insect?
34L: This direction is great! I will eat it all up!
35L: This is good, this is good! @Poster, I write a letter in blood asking for the script to follow this, it will definitely be a hit, brother!
Noah did not read the subsequent replies.
The young Lord Saint calmly closed the forum, lowered his head, buried half of his face in his scarf, and closed his eyes in despair.
The case is solved.
His husband, Igris Orwell, is a pervert.
Time can take away many things, but it is difficult to resolve some overly complex emotions. For instance, Noah now had absolutely no way to empathize with his past self, who had just woken up from amnesia. The entire insect felt as if he were soaking in a steaming hot spring, so embarrassed that he wished he could dig an underground passage to escape the federation on the spot.
No.
Is Igris sick?
It turns out that the Chief Councilor did not dislike his coquettishness, but only liked the coquettishness that he was forced to perform—reluctant, swallowing his pride, aggrieved, and deliberately acted out.
Noah: “………………”
He is a lunatic!
The young Lord Saint’s expression went blank. Unable to hold back, he slowly shrank back a step, then another, and finally simply hugged himself and sat silently on the carpet.
His expression was hollow, his eyes lacked focus.
During his movements, his fingertip inadvertently poked the floating electronic screen, and the light-brain jumped to a webpage. A popular news item popped up automatically, with a headline that read:
[Husband, can you tell the story of how you chose me among the female insects again?]
A very good question. The Lord Saint thought sadly.
He also wanted to know how, ten years later, the twenty-eight-year-old Noah Veroria could have picked Igris Orwell, this pervert, out of many female insects who were either gentle and considerate or straightforward and sincere.
Why?
Was he blind?
Meanwhile, in the Speaker’s office far away.
Having rarely woken up early to work and not slack off, the Chief Councilor had just sat down behind his desk when he received a private message from the Holy Land:
Frost-White Lop-Eared Rabbit: Pervert!
?
Mr. Chief Councilor hesitated for a few seconds, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
Which incident was exposed this time?
Damn it.
Igris’s gaze wandered slightly, looking at the sky, whistling.
He had committed too many offenses, and for a moment, he could not quite remember.