Dust swirled in the air from the collapse, and the wings slowly folded, leaving only a clean spot in the middle. The military females, still reeling from the pain of their fall, finally caught sight of the mysterious male insect beside Bai Xingluo. The male insect was well protected, his snow-like cheeks flushed, his body weakly leaning against Bai Xingluo, appearing fragile and precious. He was the most beautiful male insect they had ever seen, causing the military females to blush and their hearts to race, especially as he was held in such an possessive manner.
Who wouldn’t be moved by such an adult?
In an instant, they imagined countless scenarios of what might have just occurred behind those wings. But before they could observe for long, the wings spread again, blocking their view. A sharp wind swept through, sending dust flying; when they opened their eyes again, there was no shadow left in front of them.
After a long time, one of the insects finally reacted. “Commander, they escaped.”
Xie Feibai was silent for a few seconds. He had known from the moment he attacked that such a level of damage wouldn’t harm Bai Xingluo. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, he felt a surge of relief at having survived, saying, “They didn’t escape; General let us live.”
Tong Sui felt his feet leave the ground, losing his center of gravity as he fell into a familiar embrace—powerful arms wrapped around him. The wings trembled and lifted him off the ground. Under the dark night sky, Bai Xingluo’s silvery hair flowed like a waterfall, exuding a mysterious beauty, and his crimson eyes shrouded him in an otherworldly peculiarity.
He flew along the horizon, faster than a starship, and very steadily—Tong Sui hardly felt the wind. After landing on their bedroom balcony, Bai Xingluo carried Tong Sui inside and gently set him down in front of the bed.
The soft mattress sank slightly under Tong Sui’s weight. Before he could relax, he found himself staring into a pair of heated eyes deeply fixed on him. He was backlit, the wings on his back were already folded, and the light from outside seemed to drape a dazzling glow over Bai Xingluo’s silver hair. He resembled a beast lurking in the black night—powerful, silent, cold, and extremely dangerous.
Even though Tong Sui had been carried through the air, he still felt a bit scared. The intensity of Bai Xingluo’s gaze made his ears flush, and he couldn’t help but lick his dry lips. This small gesture seemed to provoke a reaction in Bai Xingluo; his crimson pupils contracted, and he crouched down in front of Tong Sui in a submissive posture.
The cold indifference that usually marked Bai Xingluo’s handsome face was now replaced by another emotion. His eyes were bloodshot, as though he had been hungry for a long time, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had been rolling over gravel. “My Lord, there is only me left here.”
“The bed you chose is really comfortable and quite large; have you ever considered that it doesn’t just serve the purpose of sleeping?”
Tong Sui blinked, stunned for two seconds, and asked blankly, “Then, what else should we do?”
Suddenly, he felt heat at his ankle.
Tong Sui’s heart raced, and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but that large hand firmly grasped his ankle. Heat continuously surged through his thin skin, climbing higher, as if trying to leave a unique imprint on his ankle, threatening to burn him completely.
He heard Bai Xingluo’s usually cold voice replaced by an unbearable tone, gravelly as if he had rolled through the rough. “Every touch from you makes me feel like I’m about to die from happiness.”
“But I genuinely hate those pests who covet you. Can I take care of them all?”
His tone was serious, as if genuinely seeking Tong Sui’s approval; if he nodded, Bai Xingluo would not hesitate to slay all those insects.
Tong Sui panicked; he felt as though he had ruined the mission. Not only had he failed to stop Bai Xingluo from succumbing to his mental breakdown, but he had also instigated more chaotic actions than in the original script.
Yet even now, he didn’t know how to make things better for Bai Xingluo. He called for the system in his mind, but the normally responsive system had gone offline at this critical moment, no matter how much Tong Sui called; there was no reply.
What should he do now?
Tong Sui felt helpless, looking at Bai Xingluo’s expression and knowing he was in distress. He clumsily tried to activate his light brain. “I’ll help you call a doctor. There must be a way to make you feel better.”
“It’s useless.”
Bai Xingluo felt as if he was burning up and pressed down on Tong Sui’s hand, which was opening the light brain.
Tong Sui’s body temperature was relatively cool due to nervousness and the night breeze, like a block of ice radiating chill.
The moment Bai Xingluo’s rough palm touched this soft coolness, he let out a low growl akin to a wild beast, his crimson eyes flickering ominously.
“Besides you, I don’t want to see any other insects.”
He could hold back from harming Tong Sui, but if any other insect approached, he couldn’t guarantee there wouldn’t be a river of blood.
His powerful psychic energy scattered throughout the room, like a beast trapped in a cage, agitated and restless.
The skin on his wrist had already absorbed his warmth due to their repeated contact, yet he was still reluctant to let go.
He had been starving for too long.
In his chaotic and violent consciousness, a single thought was screaming: he wanted to violate Tong Sui before him, seeking the gifts of the male lord on the bed they had chosen together, to cure his ravenous mental void.
“But you really look like you’re suffering,” Tong Sui observed worriedly, his light voice like the last snowflake upon a snow-capped mountain, melting under pressure and triggering an unprecedented avalanche.
Bai Xingluo could no longer hold back.
Without warning, he suddenly stood up, reached out to press on Tong Sui’s slender shoulder, pushing him backwards. This series of actions was fluid, occurring in the blink of an eye.
His movements resembled a cheetah that had plotted countless times, swiftly and accurately seizing the prey he had desired for so long, his gaze dark and terrifying.