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

She walked slowly from the sofa, the hem of her robe swaying gently with her movements, revealing her shapely calves.

Those icy blue eyes lowered slightly, their gaze like the most precise scanner, carefully sweeping over Shen Yan's entire body once more, finally settling on the collar of his royal blue suit.

There, where his unique spiritual mark should have lingered, was now almost inaudible, and tinged with a sweet, unfamiliar fragrance, faint but definitely not belonging to this home.

It seemed to be some kind of incense commonly used at banquets, mixed with... many fragmented remnants of spiritual energy.

His gaze instantly darkened, like a frozen lake.

He reached out and gently pinched the left collar of the dress, his movements slow and deliberate, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

"A mighty ruler."

He spoke, his voice even colder than before, almost chilling enough to send shards of ice flying.

"You... seem to have a slightly unclean smell on you."

With a slight pressure from his fingertips, he caressed the fabric, as if trying to crush the unfamiliar scent.

"It seems tonight's banquet was so spectacular that you lingered so long that... even the marks I left behind have been completely covered up?"

He raised his eyes and looked sharply at the powerful ruler. Although his tone remained calm, the emotions surging in his eyes clearly showed displeasure and questioning.

"Could you share with me what kind of grand occasion it was that kept you so busy that you even forgot to go home, hmm?"

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying an unquestionable interrogative tone. The air in the entire living room seemed to freeze due to the low pressure emanating from Karandal.

The indicator light on the 001 that was in standby mode flashed wildly a few times, then, sensing danger, it finally turned off completely, pretending that it wasn't turned on.

The vibrant energy that defied the norms of the Zerg race appeared in him, and Shen Yan was briefly stunned before overjoyed. This wasn't a female Zerg asking a male trembling question; it was an expression of dissatisfaction and possessiveness towards an equal partner.

His Calander finally broke free from those deeply ingrained hierarchical rules, standing on a completely equal footing with himself, and rightfully felt jealous and demanded an explanation.

What does this mean?

This means that they have finally truly looked at each other as equals from the depths of their souls.

Shen Yan's lips almost uncontrollably curled upwards, and he struggled to suppress the overly obvious smile, but the light in his eyes was astonishing. Instead of backing down or explaining, he met Kalandel's cold gaze and took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

The female insect moved with undeniable force, her fingertips slightly cold. She deftly peeled off Shen Yan's royal blue tuxedo jacket, which was stained with an unfamiliar scent, as if it were something dirty, and casually tossed it onto the clean floor with a soft "thud."

"Wait, Callandall, let me explain..."

Staggered by his pull, Shen Yan tried to steady himself, his voice trembling with urgency as he tried to explain. He certainly remembered the Empress's warning.

"explain?"

His hands didn't stop; he continued to unbutton the shirt.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in the male's loyalty in matters of the heart, but the mixed, banquet-like aura that overshadowed his own, and the fact that the other party had returned late, were like tiny thorns, igniting a fire in his heart.

"I remember you making it very clear before you left that if you came back with any other smell..."

As he spoke, he led Shen Yan toward the master bedroom. The male son did not struggle much, or rather, he did not struggle at all; it was more like a kind of coy resistance.

"I haven't forgotten! I really didn't do anything, it was Locke..."

The conversation was interrupted again by the other party's actions.

The female insect clearly didn't want to hear the names of any other insects, especially not from his own mouth.

With a forceful pull of his arm, he tightened the insect's grip on himself, while his other hand deftly unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt, the fabric slipping down to reveal his well-defined chest and shoulders.

"You'll bear the consequences..."

He spoke almost right next to Shen Yan's ear, continuing what he hadn't finished saying earlier, his warm breath mixed with a cold voice, carrying a dangerous undertone.

He kicked open the master bedroom door abruptly, using the momentum to pull Shen Yan, who was only wearing a few pieces of clothing, inside. The male protagonist lost his footing and fell backward onto the soft bed, looking up to meet a deep, intense gaze.

The female insect exudes absolute control and a sense of oppression.