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

Locke ignored his almost palpable embarrassment and got out of bed.

He seemed to completely ignore the male insect curled up on the ground, about to spontaneously combust, and walked straight to the wardrobe, where he began to unbutton his pajamas right in front of Miller.

The smooth silk fabric slid down the shoulder line, revealing a beautifully sculpted back.

The morning light danced on that skin, outlining the clear contours of her shoulder blades, and then disappeared down into the edge of her pajama bottoms.

Miller's eyes widened instantly, and his nose tingled, almost causing him to bleed on the spot.

He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from letting out a shameful sob.

They became even more excited.

At this moment, she was so embarrassed that she didn't notice that Locke's ears, which were originally as white as jade, were actually tinged with a faint blush.

What should he do? Rush into the bathroom? Or pretend to be dead?

While Xiongzi's mind was in complete chaos, and he was so agonizing that he was practically digging a hole in the carpet with his toes, Locke had already changed his clothes efficiently.

His well-tailored silver-gray suit made him appear even more tall, aloof, elegant, and noble, a stark contrast to his languid and handsome appearance on the bed just moments before.

The female insect fastened the last button before slowly turning around.

Seeing Miller still squatting in the same spot, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"If we want to solve this..."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable command:

"Go to the guest room bathroom and don't you dare dirty the master bedroom."

He paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous glint:

"If you dare to mess around, you're dead."

After saying that, she didn't even glance at the boy again, and walked away from the bedroom with elegance and composure, as if she had dismissed some troublesome little animal.

"Yes...yes! I promise I won't!"

Miller felt as if he had been granted a pardon, but was also ashamed and anxious.

He practically scrambled to his feet and rushed toward the guest room in an extremely awkward manner.

More than half an hour later, she slowly made her way into the living room, her clothes damp with sweat and her eyes slightly red.

In the spacious and bright dining area, sunlight streams in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled light on the gleaming tabletops.

The air was filled with the aroma of food that attracted insects.

Locke was already seated in the main seat, enjoying his breakfast with an elegant posture, a steaming cup of coffee beside him.

It was as if the incident that had just occurred never happened.

Opposite the female insect, however, was a set of exquisite tableware containing a delicious breakfast, with warm milk placed in a suitable spot.

Everything was meticulously prepared, especially for him...

Hearing the hesitant footsteps, Locke didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly cut the food on his plate, only letting out a soft, ambiguous hum from his nose.

He casually pointed to the seat opposite him with the hand holding the dinner knife.

"Sit down and eat."

Xiongzi paused for a moment, looking at the breakfast that was clearly prepared especially for him. All the embarrassment and panic he had felt before seemed to be soothed by this silent care.

A surge of indescribable joy and warmth welled up in his heart. He quickly responded softly, carefully pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the tableware prepared in front of him, and began to eat quietly.

He ate silently, not daring to make too much noise, but his slightly burning ears and the occasional glances he stole at the female insect opposite him betrayed his far from calm inner turmoil.

The sunlight was warm and tranquil, illuminating even the finest dust particles in the air and softening the profile of the female insect's face.

Miller was enjoying his meal, taking small bites while looking at Locke's profile softened by the sunlight. Meanwhile, the female insect had finished eating and gracefully put down her utensils.

He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and glanced over.

"Eat faster..."

The voice lacked emotion, but the tone carried a hint of urging, given that the other person had wasted a lot of time in the bathroom.

"Change into something appropriate. Today is An'an's coronation ceremony, so you'd better not be late."

Miller's chewing motion abruptly stopped, and he belatedly noticed Locke's well-tailored, formal silver-gray suit, realizing what day it was.

It is the coronation day of Shen Lan'an as the emperor of the empire!

He will definitely be there.

He panicked and frantically pulled out his communicator.

While quickly sending a message to the butler, requesting that a top-of-the-line dress be sent over immediately, she began frantically shoveling the remaining food into her mouth, her cheeks bulging out.

Locke had anticipated his reaction and showed no impatience.

He calmly crossed his arms and leaned gently against the edge of the dining table.

An'an watched the male wolf down his food, a faint and elusive emotion flashing in her sharp golden eyes.

Just as Miller picked up the warm milk and gulped it down, Locke suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a strange undertone:

"Is the milk tasty?"

"Well?"

Startled by the abrupt question, Xiongzi looked up, a little milk stain still on the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at Locke with a hint of mockery in his eyes, then nodded blankly.

"It's so delicious..."

Upon hearing this, the female insect let out a slight sneer, her tone carrying its usual mockery:

"How big is this worm? And it still likes to drink milk."

These words sounded like a joke, or perhaps some unintentional teasing.

However, the next second, Miller stood up abruptly.

He was slightly shorter than Locke, and even when he suddenly stood up, his line of sight only reached the other man's nose.

The female insect's mocking gaze hadn't changed, and the sneer was still lingering on her lips, but the male suddenly stood on tiptoe, with a reckless impulse, and quickly rammed into her.

I kissed those lips that were so close to mine.

The kiss, sweet with a hint of milk, was fleeting and brief. In fact, the teeth accidentally bumped together in the rush, causing a slight pain.

Miller stumbled and landed back on her heels, forced to maintain an upward gaze, her pink eyes unusually serious, even though her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, her tone still forced to maintain that pure honesty:

"It's delicious, so sweet."

He paused, his gaze falling on the corner of Locke's lips where he had been kissed, where a faint milk stain remained. His voice lowered slightly; he knew that stealing a kiss from another insect was immoral.

They were so bold just now, but now they're starting to feel guilty.

"Um...don't you think so?"

The female insect was completely stunned; her brain seemed to freeze for a moment due to the sudden attack.

You can feel the lingering warmth of the other person on the corner of your lips, and that slightly damp touch.

Almost instinctively, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the corner of his lips.

A light, warm sweetness spreads across the taste buds.