After taking on a male lord, military females are often bound by heavy family obligations.
Most males, concerned about appearances, are reluctant to let their female aides or queens work outside.
This is one of the reasons Bai Xingluo rejects the males.
He loves this vast star ocean, having defended it countless times with his own body.
But since he chose Tong Sui, it means he is already prepared. Even if he can never return to the battlefield, he would choose to accept it.
Because he has something new to protect.
“I’m sorry,” Bai Xingluo said, “There are many excellent military females capable of protecting the empire, but there is only me beside the male lord.”
He hung up the communication, leaving Xie Feibai stunned on the other end.
Is this really still the Bai Xingluo who spends every day in the training ground, cold and ruthless, seemingly aware of nothing but guarding the empire?
Dim lights glowed in the dark distance, while the room felt particularly warm.
Bai Xingluo decisively turned towards this light.
When he opened the sliding door, he unexpectedly encountered Tong Sui awkwardly spreading sheets on the sofa, the creamy yellow sheets in his hands felt warm and gentle.
His white shirt was tucked into his slacks, and as he bent down to spread the sheets, it created a few wrinkles.
His waist was slender, subtly wrapped in the form-fitting slacks, every curve perfectly measured.
Bai Xingluo paused for two seconds, then walked forward and took the sheets from his hands.
“Let me do it.”
Tong Sui was suddenly startled and released his grip, losing his balance and falling onto the sofa.
Bai Xingluo reached out to steady him but was pulled by the wrist and fell into the softness as well.
Tong Sui felt a bit dizzy and when he straightened up, he discovered he was on top of Bai Xingluo.
Bai Xingluo’s flowing long hair spread out like liquid mercury, his light-coloured eyes resembling frost-covered snow veins.
His natural demeanour was cold, but at this moment his cheeks were slightly flushed, like snow being warmed by the winter sun, softly melting.
Cool, the water rippled gently.
Tong Sui stared for a long time, inadvertently exclaiming, “So beautiful, like snow.”
This casual compliment completely melted the already melting snow, turning it into a gentle stream, flowing into the lush green.
Perhaps the atmosphere was too ambiguous, or the distance too close.
Bai Xingluo felt his eyelids begin to burn, unable to bear the weight of Tong Sui’s gaze on him.
He lowered his eyelids slightly, but the impact only intensified his senses elsewhere, stirring up tumult within.
His fingers, hidden in his sleeves, had already curled up.
After hesitating for a long time, as if making a daring choice, he gently hooked his finger around Tong Sui’s sleeve and murmured, “Male lord…”
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After repeatedly mulling over the term “male lord” in his mind, Luo finally shouted it out loud.
Luo (blushing): For the male lord, I won’t get divorced!
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“… Male lord.”
The instant he uttered these two words, Bai Xingluo felt too ashamed to raise his head.
If someone had told him before today that he would call a young male insect he barely knew for less than a day “male lord,” he would have thought that insect was insane.
And now, he clearly heard the voice coming from his own throat.
It was hoarse, tinged with impatience, even somewhat different from his usual voice.
Just as the thread of his heart was stretched to its limit, a strand of silver hair at the side of his face was lifted by Tong Sui, tangling around those fair, pinkish fingertips.
This inexplicably flirtatious action made his heart race.
“Hmm?”
Tong Sui squinted slightly, turning his originally clear and round eyes into something a bit cunning, like sweet wine stirred with honey.
“General Bai Xingluo, what did you just say?”
He had heard countless people call him General, including Tong Sui.
But this time, Tong Sui’s tone did not carry politeness and distance; it was another hidden tone, slightly frivolous, but completely non-irritating.
It was like a little tail, lightly tugging at him.
Bai Xingluo slowly opened his mouth, as if enchanted, and softly rolled those two words around again in his throat.
He cautiously tilted his face, as if a large feline had finally found its owner, gently nuzzling that snowy white fingertip.
“Male lord…”
“Hmm.”
He eagerly anticipated the next move from the male leader, but Tong Sui did not act as he had envisioned. Instead, he satisfiedly sat up.
When Bai Xingluo realized the weight on him had lifted, he paused, his lashes fluttering, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he looked at the other.
Tong Sui had a clean smile on his lips, but there was no flirtation or ambiguity.
“It seems you can overcome your mental barrier and call me now, so we don’t have to worry about being exposed outside.”
…Is it really just because of that?
Bai Xingluo inexplicably felt a void in his heart, as if someone had thrown him high up only to let him crash hard onto the ground.
He softly murmured those two words.
It was only when Tong Sui spoke again that he was pulled from this emotional state.
“Tonight, you can only make do on my bed first; it might be a bit small, a single bed. Do you want to go take a look?”
Bai Xingluo was taken aback.
He had originally thought Tong Sui prepared the sofa for him, but unexpectedly, from his tone, it seemed he was offering his only bed to him.
That shadow of gloom disappeared in an instant, warmth flooding his heart, but Bai Xingluo absolutely would not agree.
“Male lord, I’ll just sleep here.”
“But it’s too cramped here; sleeping will be very uncomfortable.”