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

After a patient and thorough lesson from the male master, Calander had fully mastered the correct way to wear the cat's tail, but paid a heavy price for it.

the next day.

When Shen Yan woke up, feeling refreshed and invigorated, his mind and body immersed in a state of satisfaction and tranquility.

I turned to the side and gazed quietly at my baby who was still fast asleep beside me.

The female insect was clearly exhausted; her long blue hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting a tranquil shadow under her eyes.

His usually stern face was unusually gentle in his sleep.

My gaze fell on the foot of the bed, where the exquisitely crafted commander's uniform was now ruined.

The black cat ear headband is still there, but it's a bit deformed, with the fluffy hair sticking out messily in the corner.

As for the large cat tail, it is clearly no longer usable.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Shen Yan felt a complex mix of satisfaction and regret.

I should have been less impulsive; these are all treasures...

Remembering something, he quietly got up and rummaged through the clothes, pulling out another black and white dress.

The original matching ears and tail are gone, but the main body skirt is still folded up perfectly.

This is a classic black and white tulle dress with a simple yet ingenious design.

The black main dress is made of soft, skin-friendly fabric, complemented by a white lace apron. The hem is adorned with delicate ruffles, and an elegant large black bow is tied at the back.

Shen Yan is 188 cm tall, only 3 cm taller than Karandel. Thanks to their similar builds, the dress specially prepared for Karandel fits him perfectly.

……

When Karandal regained consciousness, the seat next to him had been empty for who knows how long, leaving only the faint scent of Shen Yan.

A faint, ambiguous atmosphere still lingered in the air. He struggled to sit up, his body aching, and the velvet blanket slipped off his chest and waist.

The original marks haven't faded yet, and now another layer has appeared.

Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Karandal instinctively pulled up the silk quilt and looked up.

Then, the insect froze completely, as if under a spell, its mind went blank, and it even wondered if it was hallucinating from exhaustion.

In the morning light, Shen Yan walked in carrying a tray, his expression gentle.

Seemingly oblivious to any problem with his attire, he walked briskly to the bedside with a refreshing and smug smile on his face.

I placed the tray on the bedside table; the milk and bread on it were still steaming.

Then, under Karandal's dazed gaze, he knelt on one knee on the soft carpet, leaned closer, and his dark eyes shone with an unusual brightness, filled with undisguised teasing and affection.

He deliberately softened his voice, which carried a slightly sticky, coquettish tone that complemented his maid outfit perfectly.

"My lady...you're awake?"

The words "female master" struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Kalandel utterly stunned.

His cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even his neck was tinged with crimson.

She tried to get up in a flustered manner, but failed because her back and legs were sore and weak. She could only fall back into the pillow helplessly, her voice trembling with disbelief:

"My lord... what are you doing?! Get up! This is unbecoming! How can you call me 'mistress'..."

This title completely overturned all his understanding.

Shen Yan readily stood up, but deliberately lifted her skirt and twirled around like a child who had received a new toy, the skirt tracing a graceful arc.

Pretty and lively.

"Why can't we call out?"

He tilted his head, his expression both innocent and sly: "I think it sounds pretty good, Mistress~"

"Female master~female master~female master——"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and only stopped, satisfied, when he saw Karandel's face turn even redder.

"This...this is against the rules."

With a light touch of my fingertip, I saw the female insect's slightly parted labia, as sly and mischievous as a bear stealing honey.

"How about this, let's make a deal and have a fair trade."

"From now on, don't call me 'Master' anymore. Let's change how we address each other, okay?"

Not called a powerful ruler?

Karandal's brain was still struggling to process the enormous amount of information about "a male ruler dressed as a maid," and he was a little slow to process it.

Throughout his nearly thirty years of insect life, the title "male master" represented absolute status, authority, and the complete subordination of female insects.

"If not 'Major Ruler'... then what should we call him?"

"How about calling me husband?"

Shen Yan snuggled into his wife's arms with great interest. Clearly, this suggestion had been on his mind for a long time, and he had been waiting for this moment.

"This is the most intimate term of endearment between married couples on Earth."

"husband?"

Karandal furrowed his handsome brows slightly, trying to repeat the unfamiliar and peculiar syllable between his lips and teeth.

Vocabulary from other civilizations, nonsensical yet carrying a certain inexplicable simplicity.

He spoke honestly: "...It feels a bit strange, not as natural as 'Male Lord,' and...it doesn't sound good either."

In his mind and understanding, only the word "powerful ruler" could fully express his awe and deep love for Shen Yan.

"Give it a try, make it chirp when it's just the two of us insects."

He took Karandal's hand and shook it gently, his dark eyes glistening with tears, looking charming and beautiful.

"I want to hear it, I really, really want to hear it..."

"Please, honey?"