Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

His final words carried a sense of relief and weariness, and a chilling realization that all hope had been extinguished.

"So, can you please give me some peace and quiet?"

He expected to see disgust, contempt, or at least shock and withdrawal.

However, before the words had even finished, a suppressed, broken sob was heard.

Locke looked up in surprise and saw Miller standing there, his body trembling slightly.

In those beautiful pink crystal eyes, large tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, without warning.

It wasn't silent tears, but a heartbreaking grief that made it almost impossible to breathe.

"Waaaah... I'm so sorry..."

The boy cried so hard he could barely breathe, his face covered in tears and snot. His once delicate and pretty face was now scrunched up, making him look disheveled and extremely pitiful.

"I...I don't know...I didn't know you'd been through all this..."

Locke was completely stunned. He had anticipated countless reactions, but this was the one he had never thought of.

He was somewhat at a loss, looking at his son who was almost crying himself to death, and subconsciously stood up, his tone carrying a panic he himself didn't realize:

"Why...why are you crying? What's it to you?"

"How can it be unrelated?!"

Miller jerked his head up and frantically wiped away his tears with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more tears he shed. He cried out, his voice broken and intermittent with agitation and sobbing.

The words, however, were filled with sincere and burning heartache and anger:

"I was definitely... I was definitely at that banquet, so why... why didn't I see you?!"

"Why...why didn't I find you sooner? Why...why couldn't I protect you?!"

"If only... if only I could have taken you away back then... you wouldn't... wouldn't have suffered so much... Waaaaah..."

He cried his heart out, as if he himself had been the one suffering the humiliation and pain that night.

There was not a trace of disgust for Locke's impurity in those cries, only an overwhelming sense of self-blame, heartache, and indescribable anger at failing to save him in time.

The female insect froze completely in place.

It felt like meeting him for the first time. Looking at this young man, who was suffering terribly because of his dirty past, and seeing the pure, unadulterated heartache and regret in his eyes...

For the first time, cracks appeared in those masks and numbness that we had long taken for granted as self-protection.

However, this rift does not lead to being moved or touched.

Locke's long experience of struggling to survive amidst conspiracies and betrayals had long since made him accustomed to weighing all emotions and relationships on the scales of self-interest.

S-level mental strength, Marquis Lin's and the warden's family background.

Young, impulsive, easily controlled, and...seems genuinely indifferent to those dirty things.

Rather than occasionally going to Lord Shen Yan's place for a comforting meal to soothe the restlessness in my spiritual sea...

What's presented to us now seems to be a more stable, convenient, and easier-to-control option.

Shen Yan was, after all, General Kalandall's powerful lord, and it was ultimately inconvenient for him to bother him so frequently.

And this...

The thought, like a venomous snake, silently slithered through Locke's mind, carrying with it a cold, calculating weight.

He needs a stable and efficient channel for channeling his mental energy, which is crucial for his survival and well-being.

The male in front of me seems to be the best solution.

Thinking of this, the aloofness on the female insect's face instantly melted away, replaced by a lazy and charming smile.

This smile was completely different from the usual gentle and distant fake smile; it seemed to have been instantly infused with a soul, yet it also carried a deliberate charm.

He beckoned to Miller with his finger.

The young lord was crying his heart out when he suddenly saw Locke smiling at him and beckoning him with his finger. He was completely stunned and his tears were forced back halfway.

This was the first time Locke had ever shown him such a vivid smile.

He practically scrambled to the female insect's side, sat down quietly, his heart pounding wildly.

Her pink eyes, still brimming with tears, were already shining with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Then something even more unbelievable happened.

The female insect reached out, her fingertips reeking of alcohol, and gently wiped away the undried tear stains on his cheek.

That touch was brief and carried an indescribable ambiguity.

Locke then leaned in close, as if he would kiss him if he moved any closer.

Those golden eyes seemed to have hooks, locking onto Miller's inescapable gaze. His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a bewitching magic:

"You like me, don't you?"

Dizzy from the sudden intimacy and direct questions, Xiongzi nodded firmly, almost instinctively.

Her voice, still trembling with tears, was unusually clear: "I love it! I love it so much!"

Her smile deepened, and her eyes sparkled with captivating charm.

"You... don't mind my past, right?"

Miller shook his head vigorously.

"Oh……"

She chuckled softly, the sound like a feather brushing against the heart.

Locke had always scoffed at the idea of ​​chastity, and his cruel experiences had long since made him give up any thought of having a normal partner.

However, he needs guidance, as he has persistent symptoms of severe mental disorder, with headaches constantly accompanying him, and recently he has also developed tinnitus.

There is no cure; one can only endure it or find a partner.

This little boy in front of me seems to offer a more perfect solution.

He leaned down slightly, his warm breath almost brushing against Miller's sensitive earlobe.

She observed that the fair earlobes turned red instantly, and watched as the young man's entire body stiffened, unable to move, as if he had been frozen in place.

A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Her voice grew ever more alluring, carrying a deadly temptation, like the serpent in the Garden of Eden:

"Listen, Your Excellency... I don't need a powerful ruler, nor do I believe in those empty, ethereal emotions."

He paused, making sure every word struck the other person's heart clearly.

"My mental consciousness needs regular guidance."

"Originally... I could occasionally go to Lord Shen Yan's place to get some soothing mental energy."

His tone was casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but he subtly implied that he was not desperate and carried a hint of composure.

"But now, I can give you a chance to become my personal counselor."

"As a way of repaying..."

His thin lips almost touched Miller's earlobe, his breath sweet as orchids, but his words were like a thunderclap: "I'll let you sleep with me."

"certainly."

He straightened up and put some distance between himself and the body.

Her smile remained alluring, but her eyes held an undeniable distance and calmness, as if the intimacy just moments before was merely a performance for sale.

"If you disagree... and think this deal isn't worth it, then forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

He's gambling.

The gamble is on whether this seemingly innocent young man's interest and desire for his body can outweigh his expectations of traditional relationships.