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

The meal was sweet and pleasant.

As soon as Karandal put down his napkin, Shen Yan keenly sensed something and immediately sat up straight as if startled.

"Are you leaving?"

He asked first, his voice filled with obvious disappointment. His once bright and intelligent black eyes were now slightly lowered, and it seemed as if invisible ears on his head were drooping down as well.

Seeing the male's appearance, the female insect's heart softened, but she still reluctantly stood up.

"Yes, there are two more meetings this afternoon."

Almost simultaneously, Shen Yan also stood up and followed closely to his side, like a large dog seeking comfort.

"How come it's so fast..." Shen Yan muttered softly, his fingers secretly hooking onto Kalandel's fingertips and gently shaking them.

"You've only been here for a short while."

A hint of tenderness appeared in her eyes, and the female insect raised her hand to gently wipe the corner of his pursed lips with her fingertips—where a radiant smile had just been.

"It's an important meeting," she explained patiently, her voice very soft.

"We have to go back and prepare."

This comforting gesture cheered Shen Yan up a little, but he still held onto Kalandel's hand tightly, as if that would slow down time.

"That……"

He leaned his face closer, his voice low and slightly coquettish: "Go home right after the meeting, okay? I'll wait for you."

Warm breath brushed against Karandel's face, and the boy's eyes shone brightly, filled with undisguised anticipation and reluctance.

The female insect felt her ears burning from that direct and intense gaze. She gently squeezed the male's hand, her fingertips lingering briefly on his palm.

"it is good."

"I'll come back to you as soon as it's over."

Having received the promise, Shen Yan finally loosened his grip slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the other person's movements.

Even as the hovercar gradually disappeared into the distance, he remained standing there watching, like a loyal dog seeing its master off, his figure appearing exceptionally focused in the sunlight.

……

As dusk settled and the last rays of the setting sun were bathed in deep blue, Kalandel finally finished his day's military duties and returned home.

As he pushed open the door, the warm light and familiar scent instantly enveloped him, dispelling the last trace of chill he had brought in from outside.

Before he could even take off his military jacket, a figure quickly approached him.

Shen Yan had obviously finished showering and was wearing comfortable home pajamas. His black hair was still slightly damp and softly clung to his forehead, making him look refreshed and soft.

"Finally back..."

Her voice carried an undisguised longing.

She reached out and pulled Jiang Xi into her arms, breathing deeply and contentedly against his neck: "It feels like we've been apart for so long."

Karandal was amused by his childish behavior, and raised his hand to hug him back gently. His fingertips sank into the soft fabric of the pajamas, and he could clearly feel his warm body temperature.

"It's only been a few hours," he replied softly, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence that he himself was unaware of.

"A few hours can feel very long." The voice was muffled, with a hint of grievance.

"I can't even eat dinner without you here..."

Gently stroke the master's back, feeling the damp warmth of his body beneath your palm.

"It's my fault. You should eat something first, I..."

"I don't want to eat."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes. In her gaze, besides longing, there was also a certain unspoken, subtle understanding.

"I'm looking forward to... something else."

Calander naturally understood what the lord was expecting.

The pink bag, carefully stored in the desk drawer, became a sweet secret between them starting at noon.

She gently pushed Shen Yan away, her ears burning slightly: "I'm going to take a shower first."

He walked into the bathroom alone, the warm water washing over his body. With some secret thoughts in his mind, he washed himself three times before finally finishing.

Carefully take out the gifts from the male lord and put them on one by one.

The "Night Commander" outfit, just as the store name "Whispers" suggests, is full of ingenuity and allure.

The design of the front placket still retains a hint of military uniform style.

The structured shoulder straps, crafted from matte black leather, extend along the collarbone line down to the chest, while the waist belt, made of the same material, is just the right width to accentuate his muscular waistline.

However, when Karandal turned the clothes around, the image reflected in the mirror made his breath catch in his throat slightly.

From the shoulder blades to the waist, the entire back is completely open.

The fair skin shimmered with a pearly sheen under the bathroom lights, creating a striking contrast with the black leather. The only embellishment was four pairs of delicate metal rings.

Between these metal rings are almost transparent black lace ribbons. Elegant crisscrossing patterns weave between the metal rings, acting as both a restraint and an adornment.

Most subtly, these ribbons converge below the waist, tied into a delicate bow, and drape lightly above the hips.

As he turned, the ribbon on his back trembled slightly, casting a faint shadow on his skin. The almost imperceptible touch made him more uneasy than direct exposure.

Besides three sets of clothes, there were also two accessories in the bag.

A black cat ear headband with incredibly soft fluff.

A realistic cat tail with fluffy, soft fur, but the tip of the tail is a smooth, round ball, seemingly without any obvious fastening device.

Karandal hesitated for a moment in front of the mirror, but finally put on the cat ears.

The black downy fur contrasted sharply with the long blue hair, and the general in the mirror suddenly appeared with a softer, more endearing quality that seemed out of place.

He picked up the tail and examined it from all angles, but still couldn't figure out how to wear it. So he simply held it in his hand, ready to ask the male master for help.

When he finally finished mentally preparing himself and stepped out of the bathroom, he could almost hear his heart pounding like a drum.

The bedroom lights were turned to a soft, warm yellow. Shen Yan was tucking a cushion in his pocket, seemingly doing something. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and froze.

The sight before him made him hold his breath.

Karandal stood at the intersection of light and shadow, the unique design showcasing his perfect physique to the fullest. Leather shoulder straps tightly hugged his beautiful chest muscles, while the waist belt made his already long legs appear even straighter.

"this……"

The female insect raised the cat's tail in her hand, a rare look of helplessness in her eyes.

"I don't know how to wear it... There are no pins or clasps."