The male insect adores it! The female general, envious, begs for a kiss.

News from the empire always travels very quickly.

In just a few days, the news of the exceptionally high compatibility between Admiral Heemis and his powerful lord had spread throughout the military.

No insect could remain unmoved by such a near-perfect match, even if their first reaction was one of disbelief.

It wasn't until later, when the general's adjutant personally confirmed it, that they suddenly realized, as if from a dream, that such a high degree of compatibility was real.

They didn't mishear!

Lately, Rhett has been stopped on the street more frequently. After watching another female insect leave, he quickened his pace to avoid being pulled aside and bombarded with questions by the insect.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining brightly.

Today is Marshal Adif's 120th birthday.

Zerg have a very long lifespan, and Adef has only just passed the halfway mark of his Zerg life.

Heemis also attended the birthday party.

Normally, he probably wouldn't attract much attention even if he were there.

But today was very different. The moment Heemis stepped through the door, she was even more eye-catching than Marshal Adef, the main character.

Clearly, everyone present was well-informed.

Adef noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere and followed the gazes of the others, only to discover that it was Heemis who had arrived.

The silver-haired female soldier was tall with long legs, and the bright sunlight behind her gilded her entire body with a faint golden edge, which softened her cold and stern features.

Heemis strolled toward Marshal Adef.

Adif had clearly thought of something as well; he looked at the female insect that had walked up to him, a smile evident in his gray eyes.

The crystal chandelier at the very center of the banquet shone brightly, casting a dazzling light and shadow.

Heemis stepped forward to offer her birthday wishes.

Looking at the young female soldier in front of him, Adif felt a surge of emotion for no reason.

Although both are female insects, Heemis is clearly luckier than him.

Adef seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. He stared at the female general's deep eyes and brows for a long while before saying, "Heemis, I heard that your compatibility with the male ruler is one hundred percent. This is the only case in the empire."

Even when Marshal Adif first heard the news, he, like most insects, doubted its authenticity, but now it has been confirmed.

Adif wished the young couple a long and successful relationship, and in a slow voice, he offered his blessings, "Bless you both."

Hermes's lips, which usually remained mostly flat, curved slightly at this moment. "Thank you for your blessing, Marshal."

Seeing that the marshal had offered his blessings, the insects behind Adef also stepped forward to congratulate him.

Heamis thanked them all. He didn't usually drink much, but perhaps he was in high spirits at the moment, because he didn't refuse any of the insects that offered him a drink.

The scene was harmonious; even an uninformed insect might not be able to distinguish the main insect at this banquet.

Heamis knew she couldn't hold her liquor, so she drank in moderation.

However, he clearly overestimated himself.

Heemis made an excuse to leave, then went to the restroom and loosened her collar slightly.

The next second, Heemis was momentarily distracted by the expression of the insect in the mirror in front of her.

Is this still him?

The female insect in the mirror had a slightly flushed face, and her usually clear eyes were now veiled with a faint watery sheen.

The coldness and aloofness have faded somewhat.

Heamis cupped some water in her hands and dampened her slightly feverish face.

A drop of water slid down the jawline and dripped into the slightly sunken collarbone.

Finally, a dark color spread across the white collar.

To avoid losing her composure, Heemis composed herself, greeted Marshal Adef, and then left.

Once aboard the aircraft, Heemis did not pilot it herself. Instead, she tapped the control screen a few times to set the autopilot mode.

It was noticeably slower for me to get home today compared to when Heamis operated the system herself.

Gu Heng remembered that Hermes had mentioned attending a banquet today and might be home late.

Therefore, when he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door, Gu Heng went over and was clearly stunned for a moment when he saw the female insect in military uniform.

Half a second later, Gu Heng said, "You're back so early today."

"Yes, my lord."

Heamis turned and closed the door. The light in the entryway was dim, and half of the female insect's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for the insect to see clearly.

The sound that reached Gu Heng's ears was several decibels lower than usual. Before he could think about it, as the insect slowly approached, Gu Heng realized that something was wrong.

He frowned unconsciously. "Why is your face so red?"

The female insect's usually cool and aloof eye corners now trailed a beautiful and vibrant color.

It's like having a high fever.

Upon hearing this, Heemis subconsciously touched her cheek and found that the temperature did indeed seem a bit high, perhaps because her palms were cold.

He explained, "I had a few drinks today."

Gu Heng hadn't seen Hemiris drink much on ordinary days, but today was a special occasion, so it was understandable for the female insect to have a few drinks.

Gu Heng asked, "You're not drunk, are you?"

Heemis shook her head, completely ignoring her current confused state of mind, and answered without thinking, "No, I drank very little, Lord."

Gu Heng's suspicious gaze lingered on the female insect for a moment before slowly withdrawing it. Perhaps he was overthinking it; some insects do blush easily when they drink alcohol.

It wasn't until he went to sleep that the suspicion was confirmed as true.

Perhaps, a drunk insect doesn't even realize it's drunk.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, a warm body snuggled into Gu Heng's arms. The soft, silver hair on his chest brushed against him, as if tickling his skin through his clothes.

"A mighty ruler..."

A slightly hoarse voice rang out softly, as if hiding a deep and lingering affection.

Gu Heng paused, holding the personal terminal. The female insects were stickier than usual today.

Heemis rarely took such initiative before.

Gu Heng's hand landed on the female insect's back, then slowly moved to her waist, and the body beneath his palm trembled slightly for a moment.

However, Gu Heng's attention had already shifted elsewhere...

Why is the female insect's body feeling hot? Is this also a reaction to drinking alcohol?

Before Gu Heng could think further, he suddenly felt a warmth around his waist.

Heemis's hand deftly slipped under Gu Heng's clothes, her warm fingertips brushing against his cool skin, making both of their hearts tremble.

"My lord, I miss you."

Heamis's voice was hoarse and sticky when she spoke again, as if she had something stuck in her throat.

The female insect's hand restlessly moved downwards.

In this context, this statement undoubtedly carries a deeper meaning.

However, Gu Heng still managed to grab Heemis's flailing hand in the next second.

"...a mighty ruler."

Heemis raised her golden eyes and looked closely inside, her eyes filled with an almost overflowing sense of grievance.

Why did the hero want to stop him?

Has the male ruler grown tired of his body?

If Gu Heng knew what Heemis was thinking, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

He had to admit that he had indeed been hooked by the unusually different female insect of the day.

However, this made Gu Heng realize that something was wrong. He asked, "General, I feel like you're drunk."

"I don't."

Heamis's answer was decisive, giving the insect the impression that he hadn't even thought about what he was saying before he blurted it out.

"Really?" Gu Heng stared intently at the female insect in front of him, his disbelief evident in his words.

"...Really." Heemis pushed away the lord's hand and whispered in protest, "I'm not lying to you."

The drawn-out ending of the note carried a hint of stubbornness.

Why don't powerful rulers believe him...?

He wouldn't lie to insects, much less to a male ruler.

"I really didn't lie to you," Heamis said again, tilting his head back and giving the lord a flattering kiss on the corner of his lips.