A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

Curion pulled Xinghui aside and poured out his grievances.

"Raphael just said he wanted to marry me, and I was overjoyed, but he demanded that I marry only him as my queen for the rest of my life."

Because of his sensitive identity, my family does not approve of him marrying into the family, and I have refused to get married all these years for his sake.

I've already said that no matter who I marry as my queen, he will be different in my heart, but he still refuses..."

His nagging was like a demonic cacophony.

Shi Yufan was extremely annoyed.

At this moment, he was preoccupied with his wife and had no interest in listening to any nonsense about unrequited love ending in failure.

He frowned and glanced sideways at Cullen.

"So what? Dr. Raphael is handsome, has a stable job, and is already financially independent. Why would he marry a mere team leader like you?"

Seeing that the other party remained silent, he continued to bombard them with messages.

"Do you know what the difference between clouds and mud is? Dr. Raphael is the cloud in the sky, while you are the mud under your feet."

What does he want from marrying you? Is it your looks? Your bad temper? Your refusal to do housework? Or your womanizing and lack of marital virtue?

Cullen's face instantly turned a deep liver color after being mocked and ridiculed.

His mouth was wide open, wanting to refute, but he found himself speechless.

After a long pause, he stammered, "I... I look like this and you call me ugly?"

Looking at Cullen's ridiculous appearance, Shi Yu felt secretly pleased, but his face remained indifferent and disdainful.

I initially thought this team leader was quite righteous, but I never expected that he not only fooled me, but was also a clueless scoundrel.

This time he really messed up; it'll teach him a lesson.

Shi Yu, under Cullen's chilly gaze, deliberately sighed.

"Alas! If I looked like you, I'm afraid I would feel ashamed if I came within three meters of Dr. Raphael."

"Look at yourself carefully, do you think I'm that bad?"

Cullen began to have doubts about his own appearance.

Could it be true, as this guy says, that he is not good enough for Raphael in terms of appearance?

Looking back on his time at military academy, Raphael, with whom he had a good relationship, suddenly cut off all contact.

Cullen has always been puzzled by this.

In retrospect, perhaps it was because he disliked his appearance that Raphael ignored him.

Just as Cullen was immersed in his own thoughts, desperately imagining all sorts of possibilities.

Shi Yu, standing next to him, pretended to be scrutinizing him, looking him up and down carefully.

After a long while, he smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Tsk tsk... As for your appearance, well, it's just so-so, really hard to describe! I truly admire your courage from the bottom of my heart."

"How dare you, looking like that, pursue Dr. Raphael, who is as unattainable as a flower on a high mountain? I don't know where you get your confidence from."

Shi Yu ruthlessly crushed his beautiful dream, completely disregarding Kurion's reaction.

He hurried toward the medical department as if his feet were on the wind.

In this place, the only insect he was familiar with and could count on was Dr. Raphael.

Shi Yu was filled with anticipation that he could successfully contact Chris through Raphael.

Chris, far away in the capital, was completely unaware of everything he had gone through.

A massive beast tide suddenly erupted at the front line, and to make matters worse, the soldiers collectively experienced a mental breakdown.

This made the already tense situation even more precarious.

Faced with this sudden change, all conventional methods became ineffective.

Even the inhibitors, which were always considered life-saving drugs, became useless decorations, unable to calm the soldiers' frantic and restless mental state.

Chris had no choice but to urgently request permission from Grand Marshal Anderson to forcibly conscript 20,000 male insects to provide support.

However, a day has passed, and the Grand Marshal has still not given a reply.

Due to the urgency of the situation, he had to stay at the military headquarters and work through the night to handle affairs, even forgetting to report to the powerful leader.

He was a little worried that his staying out all night would anger the powerful ruler.

After all, spending the night outside without the male's consent will result in being taken away for questioning by the Male Insect Protection Association.

After finally making it to lunchtime, Chris hurriedly returned to his lodgings with a heavy heart.

When he saw that it was Adolf who came to greet him, his already haggard face turned even paler.

"Where is the powerful ruler? Is he very angry?"

He asked impatiently, his voice revealing barely concealed anxiety.

Adolf slowly shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"The lord is not angry, he..."

"Alright, I understand. You can leave now and don't bother us for the time being."

Before Adolf could finish speaking, Chris hurriedly raised his hand to interrupt him.

At this moment, all he wanted was to see the powerful ruler as soon as possible and explain things to him.

In order to appear before the master in the most perfect form, Chris did not go straight to the master bedroom.

He turned and walked towards the bathroom, deciding to take a good shower first to wash away his fatigue and drowsiness.

After showering, he put on a loose and comfortable bathrobe and gently dried his wet hair with a towel.

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

"My lord, I'm back..."

There were no bugs on the bed, and the blankets were neatly folded, showing no signs of having been moved.

Chris's heart sank.

His face grew paler and paler, his eyes filled with grief and guilt.

His lips moved a few times, his voice filled with endless sorrow and despair.

"My lord, don't you want me anymore?"

Chris slowly tightened his grip on the towel, bent over, clutched his chest, and felt the sharp pain emanating from there.

His heart felt like it was being hollowed out bit by bit, with the biting cold wind pouring in, making his eyes sting and tears well up.

The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, with only low sobs echoing from within.

He used to wear that perfect mask no matter the occasion.

He always skillfully uses a fake smile to disguise himself as harmless, deeply hiding his true self.

Every expression and every word was carefully considered and arranged.

I really enjoy this feeling of being in control of everything, as if the whole world is at my fingertips.

He revels in every carefully crafted tear, inflicting fatal damage on his target.

After meeting the male lord, Chris's heart began to beat uncontrollably for him.

He had never been so clear-headed; the pain of losing his lord far outweighed the pain of death itself.

The pain gripped his throat so tightly that he could barely breathe.

Recalling the wonderful times he spent with his lord, the pain in his heart intensified, as if a sharp blade was cutting into his soul.