His male master likes force.
Not in a million years.
Igris, after all, was not one of those dull-witted military females with a lack of basic common sense. Naturally, he would not attribute such sordid perversions to a noble Excellency, especially one as calm, steady, rational, and powerful as his own male master, based on a series of minor details.
That would be a blasphemy.
He recalled the fleeting hesitation in the male insect’s eyes before they set off for the Tower of Truth.
Every insect tends to make choices that benefit themselves. For a powerful male insect deeply mired in difficulty due to memory loss, regaining his memory would undoubtedly be a good thing. Yet, Noah hesitated.
Why?
Because at least for the moment, regaining those memories did not align with the interests of His Excellency.
He glanced at the large snow-white bundle in his arms.
The latter was oblivious, biting on a pen, earnestly battling with the test paper in his hands.
The Councilman raised an eyebrow.
It seems his male master has been secretly colluding with his pre-amnesia self in places I haven’t noticed.
Did he find out the truth about his memory loss from himself?
Igris thought nonchalantly. Tapping his arm with his fingertips, he calmly reviewed and analyzed the series of behavioral trends the other had displayed over the past few days: being dragged into bed for a nap by him, being dragged into drinking insect-pup milk, being dragged into reciting his own personal information.
At first glance, he was obedient and did nothing out of line.
But in reality?
If it weren’t for the other pulling his quilt, he wouldn’t have pulled him into bed; if it weren’t for the other showing a subtly depressed and cute expression, he wouldn’t have teased him with the milk dedicated to insect pups; if it weren’t for the other pretending to lack memories related to him, he wouldn’t have proactively handed over his personal intelligence to the other.
Rather than saying it was force, it was more like his male master was deliberately inducing him.
Appearing to be at a disadvantage, yet actually holding the initiative firmly in his hands from the very beginning.
After all, the one who made the mistake was him, the one who forced His Excellency was him, and even the one who felt annoyed and proactively handed his personal intelligence to His Excellency was him. Throughout the whole process, the innocent and pitiful Excellency only did what he did out of helplessness, forced to accept it.
He does not point it out, he does not refuse, and he does not take responsibility.
He appears to be in the middle of it, but in reality, he is standing on the sidelines. Even if an emergency that does not meet psychological expectations arises, he can leave at any time, or even turn the tables.
The Councilman’s expression gradually grew solemn.
As expected of his male master, his level is truly high.
With just a few tricks, he easily stirred his emotions, played him in the palm of his hand without a sound, and led him along step by step.
The high-level Excellency Noah was currently copying homework.
Although he did not know what kind of madness Igris was acting out again, the opportunity was rare, so why not copy? The young male insect’s learning attitude was very serious. Supporting his face with one hand, he focused intently on writing and drawing on the desk.
He wrote for a while, then felt something was wrong.
Taking advantage of others means you have to endure, so for the sake of the reference answers, His Excellency endured and asked very politely, “Could you stop staring at me?”
It made his posture while holding the pen feel a bit off.
The Councilman glanced at the hidden tangles in his small expression and raised an eyebrow. Not only did he not move his gaze, he pressed down on his shoulder, forcing the male insect to lean into his arms, and said calmly, “Oh, but not only do I want to stare at you while you write, I also want to hold you while you write so you can’t leave. What should I do?”
The male insect did not speak.
He was dazed for a while, as if confirming the fact in a brief analysis that he was no longer able to do anything to the other. His Excellency thought about it, simply gave up struggling, and adjusted to a comfortable position. Like a floppy-eared rabbit digging through grass, he carefully pushed away the female insect’s hand that was blocking his view.
Lowering his head, he continued to write.
He could endure the insult of being forcibly held.
What’s more, feeling the warmth within arm’s reach, Noah took a few slow seconds to recover.
Ever since his father passed away, he seemed to have gone a long time without being held intimately like this by another living, warm individual.
It seems not bad.
He lowered his eyelashes and finally said nothing, just calmly “oh’d” and covered it up by flipping through the files and documents on the desk, continuing to write and draw.
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Is this allowed?
The Councilman fell into deep thought.
He remembered those nights in the past that should have been lingering and ambiguous, but in reality, had an atmosphere no different from a physiological lecture. There was no kissing, sticking close was not allowed unless absolutely necessary, and if they spent a second more in the same room after the act, he would be met with cold eyes, as if the other were explicitly telling him to get back to his own room.
That was truly cold and heartless.
And now, he glanced at the large snow-white bundle in his arms.
The young Excellency was obediently lying on the desk, loosely supporting his chin with one hand, staring earnestly at the test paper in front of him. Igris’s gaze fell on that beautiful, slender neck, and the falling tips of his hair swept over it slowly, like a feather, shaking lightly before the Councilman’s eyes.
Igris: “.”
The one being held was oblivious, but the one who was the initiator seemed to have been scorched by something and suddenly retracted his hand.
Suddenly, the space behind him was empty.
The warmth from the other individual suddenly disappeared. His Excellency pursed his lips, feeling a slight sense of loss in his heart, but showed no reaction on his face. He only paused imperceptibly before flipping the book without a ripple of emotion.
In the eyes of the black-haired female insect, it became proof of His Excellency’s indifference.
It was like a feather drifting toward you. You touch it proactively, and it obediently sticks to you; you leave suddenly, and it continues to drift freely. The feather is always that feather, free, unrestrained, completely unaware of the insects around it whose emotions rise and fall because of it, circling it over and over.
And what fault does the feather have?
It is just floating there.
Igris was thoughtful.
Is this the hunting plan his male master finally decided on after completing his own re-identification?
Approaching him tangibly yet intangibly, without pointing it out, without refusing, and without taking responsibility. Watching him with cold eyes as his emotions fluctuate, restless and out of control, all just to test his anger threshold, thinking patterns, and behavioral models in this continuous process of pushing and pulling, to complete intelligence gathering and psychological assessment?
Very likely.
Thinking this, Igris did not immediately make a judgment.
When it came to the domestic war between him and his male master, he must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious. He could not make rash conclusions based on some evidence with unclear logic.
If his line of thinking was correct, there would naturally be more “coincidences” in the future to verify his guess.
Sure enough.
Ten minutes later.
Perhaps because he had finished the temporary test, the Excellency who had been lying on the desk suddenly stood up. This should have been an ordinary movement, but as the young male insect stood up, he tripped slightly. The next second, his body swayed, and it looked like his waist was about to hit the corner of the table.
Igris’s hands were quick, and he quickly grasped His Excellency’s wrist, bringing him toward his direction.
A pair of dark eyes, however, narrowed slightly.
Sure enough.
His guess was correct, the Councilman thought affirmatively.
There might truly be male insects in this world who can trip on flat ground, but that absolutely does not include his male master. Even if Noah truly tripped, according to the direction of inertia, he should have fallen toward him. Why did he turn toward the edge of the table away from him instead? And so accurately that he almost hit the corner of the table?
If this is not trying to cover up, then what is?
Following inertia can only be considered an accident, but turning mid-way allowed him to proactively pull him close.
High, truly high.
As expected, even with an amnesiac male master, one cannot lower their guard.
Noah, of course, did not know that he had already been secretly labeled as high-level by the Councilman.
He was considering moving back to the Holy Land.
An insect cannot, at least should not, suffer social death in front of the same insect repeatedly. Especially when this insect is not someone else, but his own female spouse who is both an ally and a political enemy.
Some insects are still alive, but he is already dead.
If the female insect was not staring from the side, Noah would really want to escape back to the Holy Land overnight. That way, even if he lost face, it would be on his own turf and would not be seen by outsiders, let alone his female spouse. But then again, if the Councilman had not insisted on holding him while he did homework, would he have pressed his leg nerves due to a twisted sitting posture and performed a trip on flat ground?
He even intentionally changed the direction of his fall just to avoid even more awkwardness, but it did not turn out much better.
And yet, he could not catch the other and scold him like usual.
Scold him for what? He could not blame the other for not letting go of him, and then inexplicably letting go and throwing him aside, right?
Wouldn’t that be even more awkward?
It is just annoying.
What kind of madness is this jerk acting out today?
Annoyance is annoyance.
Thinking of his own image, the young Excellency rubbed his hot ears and, in the end, did not reveal a hint of it.
He cautiously supported himself on the female insect’s shoulders, rose with the help of the other’s force, stood steady, and immediately took two steps back. While widening the distance, he said politely and distantly, “Excuse me, thank you.”
Coincidentally, the starship arrived on the ground at this time.
The Excellency, who only wanted to find a hole to crawl into, was too lazy to keep up the pretense with his own female spouse and turned to walk outside.
At least before today ended, he did not want to have any opportunity for interaction with this Councilman who had caught him in social death incidents time and time again.
Seeing His Excellency fly away, Igris could not help but smile, but he did not block him.
His male master has already made a move, and as an opponent, it would not be right for him to be nonchalant and lazy. Even as a Councilman, he needed some time and space to think about how to respond to His Excellency’s offensive strategy.
Until night, Igris was still thinking about how to face his male master’s probing.
Should he point it out directly and say that this set won’t work on him? Or should he pretend that nothing happened, and when facing his male master’s next probing, make a completely opposite response to provide completely wrong intelligence for the other’s psychological assessment?
While thinking, a slight knock on the door suddenly came from outside at this time.
Igris looked at the time on his optical computer, and his eyebrows rose slightly.
His male master is actually looking for him.
And at this time?
Could it be that the probing on the starship failed, so he temporarily added another one tonight?
Carrying similar curiosity and anticipation, the Councilman opened the bedroom door with interest.
Outside the door.
The young Excellency stood barefoot on a thin layer of carpet, his bathrobe nearly half wet. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he hugged a small basin of toiletries that just happened to block his body, raised his head, looked at him helplessly with his hair ends soaked in water vapor and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Igris: “……?”
Facing the bright, translucent lights, the Councilman calmly closed the door.