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

Miller was fast asleep when he was suddenly awakened by a dizzying sensation.

My buttocks hit the ground first, sending waves of dull pain through me, followed by the sensation of my back hitting the soft carpet.

He opened his eyes groggily, his vision first filled with the blurry patterns on the floor, then with a pair of bare feet, perfectly proportioned and sculpted, stepping in front of him.

Following the beautiful ankles upwards, the eyes follow the loose, tapered legs of the pajama bottoms, and further upwards...

My confused mind instantly cleared up.

Locke was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, arms folded, looking down at the bed.

The sense of relaxation brought about by the deep mental soothing last night had not completely dissipated from his brows, leaving a rare trace of gentle warmth. However, this trace of warmth was now covered by cold anger.

The morning light shone through the gap in the curtains that weren't fully drawn, falling right on him and giving him a fuzzy, golden edge.

Her long, silvery-white hair was disheveled, with a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.

Those golden eyes, which usually held a gentle, fake smile, were now misty with undisguised anger as they glared at him, still damp from just waking up.

Why are you sleeping in my bed?

Even when she's angry, she's breathtakingly beautiful, with a languid air mixed with a sharp edge. Even her glaring eyes seem to have hooks, piercing straight into your heart.

The memory of this face overlapped with that of last night, but the expression was completely different.

These same eyes, under the guidance of spiritual energy, were half-closed in a daze, shimmering with water, and the corners of the eyes were tinged with a tender red.

Even her usually tightly pursed, overly cold lips unconsciously parted slightly, and she breathed softly...

"Gulp."

Miller unconsciously swallowed, feeling a surge of heat rush to his head, his cheeks, ears, and even his neck instantly turning bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

He opened his mouth, but his mind went blank. He had completely forgotten why Locke had kicked him off the bed, and he had forgotten how to answer.

"I'm asking you,"

Seeing his dazed expression, Locke frowned even more, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up, yet chillingly cold:

"Why are you sleeping in my bed?"

Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, each syllable sounding as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar.

It wasn't until the cold question hit him a second time that the boy snapped back to reality.

He lowered his head hesitantly, not daring to look into the other person's eyes, which seemed to burn him alive. His fingers unconsciously dug at the carpet beneath him, the sound as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"The floor...it's a little cold..."

The moment he said those words, he himself felt they were utterly unconvincing.

Last night, just as Miller was about to fall asleep, he suddenly received a text message from Locke. The message was brief and to the point, asking him to come over immediately for mental energy guidance, as the aftereffects of his mental energy disorder had probably flared up again.

They rushed over almost without stopping.

After meeting, before I could even say hello, I was dragged straight into the bedroom.

Although they were already very familiar with the process of guiding others, their strong bond made it difficult to part ways with each other.

By the time it ended, the sky outside the window was already faintly turning gray.

It was getting late, so Miller naturally offered to stay the night.

The female insect glanced at the time displayed on the terminal, frowned slightly, but ultimately acquiesced, casually pointing towards the guest room:

"Go over there."

However, at this moment, Locke was surrounded by a relaxed yet insect-attracting aura.

The normally cold, angular features were softened, and the unguarded beauty made Miller unable to look away.

And... she simply couldn't bear to leave his side for even a second.

"I……"

The male dawdled, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, staring longingly at Locke, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Can I stay here? I promise it'll be very quiet! I definitely won't disturb your rest!"

Locke frowned even more at this persistent pleading, a hint of impatience flashing in his golden eyes.

"Get over there."

His voice, though slightly hoarse from being soothed, remained undeniably authoritative.

Miller steeled himself, seemingly determined to go all out, and stood rooted to the spot, displaying a shameless attitude of "I won't leave until you agree."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved by reason, perhaps due to the lingering effect of persuasion, Locke was less ruthless than usual in immediately throwing the insect away.

He laughed in exasperation, his sharp golden eyes coldly sweeping over the expensive wool carpet as he threatened in a low voice:

"Fine, if you want to stay, then sleep on the floor."

The intention was to make Miller back down and obediently go to the guest room.

To everyone's surprise, the boy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had heard some incredibly good news. His face instantly lit up with joy, and he hurriedly replied:

"Okay! Sleeping on the floor is fine with me! Thank you!"

Their jubilant expressions made it seem as if they were being allowed to sleep in some luxurious palace.

I was taken aback by his unexpected reaction.

The female insect, seeing the other's expression, immediately curled up happily at the foot of the bed and gave him a fawning smile. In the end, she just glanced at him coldly and said, "Whatever."

He then ignored it and lay down to rest.

Miller was already content to remain in the same space, breathing the air filled with Locke's scent.

At first, he could lie still and listen to the gradually calming breathing on the bed, but his heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

But as the night deepened and the dew grew heavy, the soft carpet could not ultimately keep out the chill.

In the latter half of the night, it got so cold that I couldn't stand it anymore, and on top of that, I had a restless thought in my mind.

He couldn't resist in the end. Like a thieving kitten, he held his breath and silently climbed onto the large bed he had been coveting for so long.

The bed was soft and warm, and it was filled with the fresh and pleasant scent of the female insect.

The other person seemed to be in a deep sleep and did not notice the subtle movements around them.

I carefully took a spot on the very edge, only covering myself with a corner of the blanket, thinking I could get away with it and slip away before the other person woke up...

As a result, I slept too soundly and didn't wake up.

At this moment, Locke almost laughed in anger as he listened to Miller's weak and feeble explanation.

He coldly swept his gaze over Miller's slightly disheveled pajamas, which were still a bit messy from just waking up, and then over his flushed cheeks.

Finally, his gaze settled precisely on a certain unspeakable part of his body.

A chilling, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice icy as if it carried the chill of ice:

"Is the ground cold?"

He repeated himself slowly and deliberately, his tone rising dangerously.

"You seem quite excited, aren't you?"

Miller let out a loud "Ouch!" and his face turned bright red. He frantically tried to cover himself, so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

This is completely beyond his control!

There was no way around it; he was now facing his beloved insect, and just being in the same room with it made him unable to resist his desires. In addition, his mind was full of all sorts of messy, dirty thoughts, and he couldn't hold back.

The little boy curled up on the carpet like a pervert caught red-handed, his ears burning red, too ashamed to look up at Locke's expression.