Deyonna

"Your Excellency, do you still remember me? I'm Hade. I invited you to dinner before, but you declined (in a low voice). It's not a big deal. Can I invite you again to have dinner with me..." But before he could finish, a hand pushed him back, and another face squeezed in. The female zerg cleared his throat and said in a noticeably bubbly, deep voice, "Good evening, Your Excellency. May I invite you to spend a lovely night with me?" "How dare you! You shameless fellow! How dare you invite His Excellency to do that thing!" Perhaps caught up in the atmosphere, the female zergs were especially enthusiastic. Their faces crowded Ye Er so thickly that he nearly doubted his hearing, since how else could he keep hearing "Your Excellency" overlap again and again? Next to those tall, imposing female zergs, the male zerg standing in the middle looked especially inconspicuous. Yet he was undeniably the center of attention, like a shrimp dumpling surr...

"You said... what?" The words were nearly chewed out and squeezed through clenched teeth, the anger in them palpable. In the 3D projection, a military female in a meticulously tailored uniform wore a gloomy expression. The medals pinned to his chest and the grand office behind him all underscored his extraordinary status. "That female zerg... was taken away?!" The military female's sharp, eagle-like eyes pierced straight through the screen to where a group of submissive* female zergs stood. *Literally "yes-yes, no-no," describing someone who blindly goes along with others' opinions, has no ideas of their own, and simply agrees and obeys Several tattered female zerg corpses lay on the floor, twisted into grotesque positions. On closer inspection, the wounds were horrific, each knife cut aimed at the most painful spots. After the assault, the bodies no longer resembled zergs. Buried in the snow for a long time, they had turned into a frozen pile of r...

"You." Ye Er looked even more at a loss, stumbling over his words. "There's no need, uh, to be like this..." He hesitated and fell silent. A flicker of confusion crossed Xi Ze's face as he studied Ye Er's expression for a moment. With some unease, he asked softly, "Male Lord, what's wrong?" "Apron." Ye Er pinched the bridge of his nose and finally found his tongue. "Why are you suddenly wearing an apron?" Xi Ze half understood and looked down at the apron he was wearing, still puzzled. "What's wrong with the apron?" "It just... doesn't seem to fit well." "It doesn't matter." Xi Ze brushed it off, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. "I learned a new dish. Would you like to try it?" At those words, Ye Er slowly shifted his attention away from the apron, and then paused. It felt... very strange. Circumstances had forced them to live together, share meals, watch TV,...

After washing up, the male zerg said goodnight as usual, yawned, and went back to his room to sleep. Before that, he had walked to the corner and plugged in 015, putting it into standby mode. The lights in the living room were off, leaving only a dim blur. Anyone still awake would have noticed that the female zerg was sitting upright on the sofa, not sleeping. An invisible mental power barrier had been raised, shutting out all sound. Xi Ze woke the terminal screen, and after a series of complex operations, a horizontal frame appeared on the floating display. After he entered a string of keys, the small terminal screen instantly connected to another terminal. Xi Ze's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold set of his brows and eyes turned serious as he let out a low laugh. "Good evening, Adjutant Bai." At that moment, the shadows and glories of the past returned to his scarred body, filling it with blood and bone and forming a unique backbone, radiating like the sharp ...

He had noticed very early on that the male zerg had a pair of very beautiful hands. They looked like meticulously tended white jade, from the pale pink nails to the fair, slender fingers to the soft, warm palms, every curve perfect, like a work of art. Unlike military females like him, who worked hard all year round and had calluses all over their hands, the male zerg showed even the slightest bruise clearly on his. The last time his hand got scratched, it had stayed swollen for a whole week. But those same hands had easily seized his throat and his vital spot and reached into his abdomen to stir his soft insides, like a burning blade sinking into butter and slicing effortlessly through thick fat with a sizzle. He watched helplessly as he was cruelly disemboweled, feeling the suffocation of near death. His vision blurred into mottled double images, until warm blood finally splattered out. It was a scene of devastation, utterly shameful. Xi Ze half opened his eyes and stared blankly at ...

After studying the information projected by the terminal several times over, Ye Er confirmed that he had fully grasped it. He turned off the terminal and tossed it aside, then patted the sofa next to him. "Come over." Xi Ze, who had been tending to the plants on the balcony, stiffened. He set aside what he was holding but didn't sit on the sofa as told. Instead, he half knelt in front of the male zerg. The floor was already covered with a thick, soft carpet. The snow-white wool was soft and dense enough to cover the male zerg's fair instep and supportive enough to cushion the wound on his knee. "Come up on the sofa?" Ye Er rubbed Xi Ze's head, which was resting on his knee. "Your leg isn't fully healed yet." But Xi Ze didn't comply. He only raised his golden eyes to look at him, his voice a little strained. "...It'll get dirty." During this time, the male zerg had been keen on practicing different methods of mental guidanc...

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Er couldn't help turning to the sallow female zerg. "Doctor Xie, are you all right?" Xie Zhao forced a dry, fake smile and, with great insight, babbled a stream of crazy nonsense to help Xi Ze cover for his calm. "Your Excellency, healing from post-traumatic stress is a long process and can't be rushed at all. I'm doing my best to treat it, and the patient is making an effort to cooperate*, too. However, this involves..." *Said as if through gritted teeth: making-an-effort-to-coo-pe-rate Bombarded with a stream of complex, obscure professional terms, Ye Er visibly fell into deep thought. The hand resting in Xi Ze's hair went still. The female zerg half closed his eyes and lowered his head, his nose gently brushing the male zerg's hand. The contact was subtle, like the unconscious dependence and closeness of a young animal. Tsk. Xie Zhao sighed again. So impressive. He acts so convincingly that even I, with a PhD i...