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

Almost hastily leaving the bathroom, Karandel closed the door behind him.

He closed his eyes, trying to dispel the fleeting image that had crossed his mind.

It wasn't just the young, alluring body, but also that extremely embarrassed and angry look in her eyes, and... a certain place that she accidentally glimpsed.

Deep within his icy blue eyes, an indescribable turmoil quietly unfolded, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples in frustration.

Shen Yan, inside the bathroom, wasn't much better off. Leaning against the cold door, his heart was pounding and his cheeks were burning hot.

The initial embarrassment overwhelmed him like a tsunami; he almost wanted to dig a hole and bury himself on the spot!

But a few seconds later, he realized a problem: he had not only seen the other person's body, but also given him a bath. Although he didn't have any romantic thoughts at the time, from Karandal's perspective, he could be said to have been taken advantage of.

They touched and looked at it.

He can't remember the details clearly anymore, but two things left a deep impression on him.

Pink...yes...pink...

His face instantly turned bright red, and he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself.

He took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage, and opened the door a crack again, revealing only half of his bloodshot face and a wet, shimmering eye. He spoke to the blurry figure outside, adding in a barely audible, stuttering voice:

"...Actually...if you...want to see...it's not impossible..."

After saying that, I felt all the blood rush to my head, and I almost fainted.

Not daring to look at Karandal's reaction, he slammed the door shut with a "bang" and slid down to the floor.

She buried her burning face in Karandal's pajamas, letting out a silent, extremely shameful wail.

What is he saying?! Is he crazy?! What's the difference between him and a stupid dog wagging its tail and saying "Come and pet my belly"?!

Outside the door, the female insect, who was trying to calm herself down, froze completely when she heard the shocking addition from inside, followed by the frantic sound of the door slamming shut and locking.

She turned her head stiffly, her icy blue eyes widening in astonishment, filled with disbelief.

What did the mighty lord just say? What did he mean by that?

And if you're willing to let him see it, why lock the door?

A stronger emotion than before, a mixture of absurdity, helplessness, and an extremely faint tremor, surged through him.

I felt my ears burning, maybe even redder than the guy's face inside.

……

After dawdling for quite a while, Shen Yan finally shuffled out of the bathroom.

Karandal was sitting back on the edge of the bed, the light screen was on, but he didn't seem to be working; his gaze was somewhat unfocused.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and his gaze fell on Shen Yan.

Wearing her own pajamas, the insect was soft, fragrant, and still had dripping water on her hair. Her eyes were darting around, and her cheeks were flushed.

Because they were about the same height, the male's clothes fit him well, but compared to the female soldier who trained year-round, she appeared slightly thin.

His gaze lingered briefly on the rolled-up sleeves and loose collar before quickly shifting away, his voice sounding more somber than usual:

"Are you done washing?"

"Um……"

The voice was barely audible. Shen Yan stood there, somewhat at a loss. Should he go straight to bed, or...?

"Dry your hair."

Karandal reminded him, his tone still calm, but less distant than before, with a hint of barely perceptible helplessness.

Or rather, it is a kind of adaptive compromise in the face of this situation that is beyond our control.

"Oh...right!"

Only then did she realize that her hair was still wet, so she quickly ran back to the bathroom and stood under the dryer as if being punished.

The machine started up quietly, and the warm air made him drowsy. When he came out again, the female insect had turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light softened the room's hard lines and also dispelled some of Shen Yan's tension.

He tiptoed to the other side of the bed, carefully lifted the corner of the blanket, lay down, and tried to stay as close to the edge of the bed as possible to minimize his presence.

The two insects maintained a polite distance, each able to feel the other's breath.

The events of today replayed in my mind like a revolving lantern, from desperate pleas to unexpected confessions, from sharp sarcasm to clumsy expressions of concern, and then to the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere in the bathroom just now...

My mood felt like I was on a violent rollercoaster ride.

He quietly and very slowly turned to face Karandal's profile.

In the dim moonlight streaming in through the window and the warm glow of the bedside lamp, you could see the other person's blue hair scattered on the pillow, and the lines of their shoulders and back were faintly discernible beneath their silk pajamas.

"Kalandel..." he couldn't help but whisper.

There was no response from the other end; it seemed that all their attention was focused on the personal computer, and even their breathing rate remained unchanged.

But Shen Yan knew that he had heard it.

As if encouraged by some silent force, or perhaps simply following the instincts that stirred within, they began to move toward Calandall like a cat cautiously approaching a heat source, inching, very slowly.

First, her arm brushed against the sheet, making a soft rubbing sound.

Then his entire body silently closed that "polite" distance. He held his breath nervously, closely watching any slight change in the insects around him.

Karandal remained unresponsive, it was unclear whether he hadn't noticed the subtle actions or had tacitly approved of them.

He gradually grew bolder. He finally moved to a position where he could clearly feel the warmth emanating from the other person's body, but without actually touching them.

He stopped, took a deep, satisfied breath, his nostrils filled with the pleasant scent of the female, and felt a sense of elation wash over him.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then very slightly pressed his forehead against the cool back of Karandel's hand.

In that instant, he could clearly feel the other person's back muscles tense up almost imperceptibly, and even their steady breathing seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shen Yan immediately became alert and dared not move again, maintaining the position with his forehead to his hand, not even daring to breathe.

It felt like an eternity, but the other person didn't push him away or even utter a word of rebuke.

This silent acquiescence is like the most effective soothing balm.

His tense nerves finally relaxed completely, and a wave of exhaustion and drowsiness washed over him.

In the last second before he fell completely asleep, he mumbled something indistinctly and unconsciously, his voice so soft it almost disappeared into the air:

"……Good night……"

Then, her breathing became deep and regular, and she fell into a deep sleep.

"Good night."