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

Shi Yu looked down at Chris in his arms.

His silver hair shimmered with a crystalline luster as his kiss landed gently, the strands of hair brushing softly against his lips.

The next second, Chris got up and pushed him down onto the bed.

His kiss was fierce and urgent, as if he was venting his restraint and torment over the past few days.

The scent of lemon lingered on his lips and teeth. Shi Yu closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his soft silver hair.

Breaths mingled, hot and scalding.

Shi Yu heard his own heartbeat, pounding loudly, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

As reason returned, realizing they were in a hospital, he hurriedly pushed Chris off him.

"Wife, this is a hospital. If the insects see this, it will damage your reputation as a general."

Shi Yu spoke softly, trying to bring him back to his senses.

Seemingly having taken it to heart, Chris buried his face in the master's arms, panting, the warmth still lingering on his lips.

He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the male's chest as punishment.

There was no broken skin, but it stung a little.

"If I had known, I should have broken your legs and chained you up, so you would never have left me."

Chris's voice was hoarse, tinged with anger.

Shi Yu heard this.

I felt my vision go black, then black again.

I wish I were deaf, so I wouldn't hear anything.

He quickly said, "Honey, I'm easily frightened, please don't scare me."

Chris looked up.

He stared intently at the face of the powerful ruler, a face he had imagined a thousand times in his mind.

Each depiction made him more certain that his affection was so earnest and profound.

Shi Yu is determined to correct Chris's distorted views.

He reasoned with her, appealing to her emotions: "Wife, marriage is not a shackle, not a cage, but a promise, a destination of happiness."

This was truly just an accident. Trust me, it won't happen again.

Chris sniffed, trying to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't want to cry at this moment, as it would make him seem too vulnerable.

Looking directly at the insect before him, he asked, "My lord, can you tell me exactly how you became entangled with Gaia?"

Seeing Chris's teary-eyed appearance, Shi Yu felt a sudden panic.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

But I found that my tongue was tied in a knot, and I couldn't untangle it no matter what I did.

"No, I really didn't have any entanglement with him."

Shi Yu finally regained his voice and vehemently denied it.

He took a deep breath and then spent some time briefly recounting what had recently happened.

Try to make your tone sound sincere and firm.

"Wife, you must believe me, you are the only one in my heart, there is absolutely no place for any other insect."

"Um."

Chris's voice was very soft.

So softly that only he himself could hear it.

He tilted his head slightly, and the tips of his ears were tinged with a faint pink.

"I'm hungry, I want to drink meat porridge."

Chris changed the subject, as if that would mask his inner shyness.

"Okay, I'll go back and cook now, wait for me."

Shi Yu leaned over and gave him a light peck on the cheek.

With a smile in her eyes, she backed out of the ward.

In the hospital corridor, I ran into Raphael, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Shi Yu felt a sense of warmth and wanted to go up and say hello, and ask about his recent situation.

He suddenly remembered Raphael's words, which echoed in his mind like a spell.

He lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, pretending to be very busy.

He walked past Raphael in a hurry, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Raphael sat in his wheelchair, his eyes vacant and lifeless, his long golden hair casually draped behind him, adding to his aloofness.

His face remained expressionless as he watched Shi Yu's hurried departure.

After a long while, Raphael slowly drove his wheelchair to Chris's hospital room.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing Chris's slightly pale face.

"It's you."

When he realized that the insect at the door was Raphael, a hint of joy froze on his face.

Chris's voice also turned cold.

"I'm sorry, but if you're here to discuss the wedding, then I'm afraid I can't agree."

He had already regretted it.

On the border, even when his body could no longer hold on, he rushed to save his lord before Raphael could.

It is absolutely impossible to hand over the dominant position to an insect.

Raphael looked at him with a half-smile.

"Oh? Then you'd better keep a close eye on your master, lest I accidentally snatch him away."

His eyes were full of provocation as he said this.

Seeing Chris's nervous appearance, the frustration that had been weighing on his chest dissipated considerably.

"Then you'll be disappointed."

Chris smiled slightly, revealing a smug look.

He gave a light snort, his tone clearly carrying a hint of smugness.

"My lord is devoted to me. When I said I wanted to drink meat porridge, he immediately went home and cooked porridge for me."

Raphael's smile froze on his face.

He was not about to admit defeat so easily, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face.

He slowly handed over the personal terminal, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery, as if he were looking at prey about to fall into a trap.

"Chris, you probably haven't seen the news yet, have you?"

His voice was so calm that it made the insect feel uneasy; his words revealed an inscrutable emotion.

Chris frowned and instinctively took the personal terminal.

He glanced at the screen casually, and when he saw what it said, his face turned pale instantly.

#Breaking News, Chris, the Light of the Empire, Falls from Grace#

#Chris, get out of the empire#

#Chris Persecutes the Noble Male Insect#

#……#

These glaring headlines were like sharp blades, piercing straight into Chris's heart.

He stared wide-eyed at the malicious words, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The comment section has been completely overrun, with countless haters relentlessly attacking him, and all sorts of nasty words flooding in.

Chris abuses his power, is despicable and vile; his very existence is a waste of air.

How dare he persecute a noble male insect! He should be banished to a desolate planet to fend for himself.

Chris has been kicked out of the military. Don't let me see him; I'll beat him every time I see him.

[This is utterly disgusting; no wonder Hermann called off the engagement on the spot. Trash should stay in the trash heap.]

These comments were like heavy hammer blows, relentlessly striking Chris's self-esteem and pride.

His fingers trembled slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

The malicious attacks and unfounded accusations made him feel extremely sad and indignant.

It felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Suppressing the surging bitterness in his heart, he forced a faint smile onto his lips.

"I have a clear conscience."

He said softly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly firm.

This statement was both a consolation to himself and a response to those unfounded accusations.