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

Shen Yan stared at the repair report on the quantum computer, his fingertip lingering on the words "SS-level mental energy fragment is diffusely damaged" for a long time. The cold light of the screen reflected on his delicate face, making his bright features even clearer.

The repair team's additional explanation was particularly jarring: "The female insect's mental strength is on par with that of the male insect. Repair requires cooperation from both sides. During the process, the female insect may experience intense pleasure due to the resonance of mental strength, while the male insect only bears the energy consumption. This is the core reason why most male insects refuse to take the initiative to soothe the female insect."

His fingers tightened slightly, but his face showed no hesitation. In his view, pleasure was merely a physiological reaction during the healing process, like the tingling sensation when a wound heals.

It has nothing to do with lust; rather, the crumbling spiritual core of Kalandall is the key that truly needs to be grasped.

He also believes that mental comfort, which is purely for the purpose of repair and does not involve intimate actions such as kissing, is essentially an irreplaceable form of treatment.

As night fell over the villa, the wall lamps in the corridor cast a warm yellow glow. Shen Yan, holding onto the reassurance routine he had prepared in advance, stood outside the other person's door for a moment. He was both afraid of startling them and worried about their condition. After a long internal struggle, he gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Karandal sat hunched against the headboard, his silver-blue hair soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his pale forehead. His palms were white from clenching his fists so tightly that even his knuckles were bluish-white from the exertion, clearly indicating that he was enduring unimaginable pain.

He glanced up at the doorway, a flicker of wariness flashing across his blue eyes.

Is it finally time to reveal their true colors?

Shen Yan didn't beat around the bush and handed over the quantum computer directly: "Your mental core is about to collapse. The frequency of fragment collisions has exceeded the safety threshold. The only solution is to soothe it with your mental energy."

Karandal's gaze swept over the glaring red warning line on the screen, and he almost immediately refused:

"I will not allow any male insect to touch my spiritual sea."

Although Samuel's atrocities did not touch the spiritual level, they had already instilled in him an instinctive aversion to the "approach of male insects," let alone the most private spiritual connection, which was tantamount to handing over his weakness to the insect.

"I'm not trying to touch your consciousness, I'm trying to repair it."

Shen Yan softened his tone, deliberately avoiding words like "intimate" that might trigger defensiveness, his dark eyes filled with sincerity:

"Your mental strength is SS-level, the same as mine. You need to actively cooperate during the repair process, rather than having me unilaterally infuse it into you. There won't be any kissing or similar actions during the entire process; I will simply use my mental strength to help you piece the fragments together."

He paused, as if making a decision, and then frankly stated the most crucial information:

"There's something I must tell you: when repairing mental energy at the same level, female insects may experience intense pleasure, but this is just a normal reaction to mental energy resonance. I won't feel anything, and I would never do anything out of line because of it."

Karandal abruptly looked up, his handsome, almost sharp features instantly tensing, his breath catching in his throat. He had lived for decades and had never known anything like this before; even when his mental energy was disordered, he had only forcibly suppressed it with inhibitors. Instinctively, he felt this was yet another trap set by the male insect.

But looking into Shen Yan's open and honest eyes, and recalling the excruciating pain that almost tore her mind apart, her Adam's apple bobbed, and the words of refusal got stuck in her throat.

He was merely making a death throes; in his parasitic situation, if the male truly wanted to seize him, he wouldn't need to seek his consent.

"You can stop it at any time."

Catching the shift in his eyes, Xiongzi immediately reached out, a warm golden aura of spiritual energy emanating from his palm, as soft as cotton wool soaked through in the afternoon sun.

"This is my spiritual power. Feel it first, and if you feel it's not right, withdraw it immediately."

Karandal stared at the warm golden mass, his pale eyelashes trembling slightly. He could clearly sense the steady energy fluctuations within it, which resonated strangely with his own chaotic mental energy, like disordered strings meeting a tune fork in perfect harmony.

The excruciating pain in his mind surged again. He closed his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth, uttering a single word:

"it is good."

Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile spreading across his delicate face, even his dark eyes brightening slightly: "Lie down, and try to send a little bit of your spiritual energy toward me, just a wisp will do."

Karandal lay down as instructed, his back still ramrod straight, but he slowly loosened the mental barrier he had erected. The male immediately offered his warm golden mental energy, and the two strands of mental energy of the same level resonated strongly the moment they touched.

The warm gold is like a gentle spring breeze, while the silver-gray is like a sharp, cold blade. They seem contradictory, yet they create a wonderful harmony in their collision, intertwining together tenderly.

"Follow the rhythm of resonance." Shen Yan's voice was as steady as a pillar, and one could clearly see into the other's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the pitch-black space, silver-gray fragments collided wildly with a sharp edge, while the central core, though dim, remained resilient, like a lighthouse that did not fall in the storm: "Try to stabilize the fragments with your mental power, and I will fill the gaps."

Karandal gritted his teeth and mobilized his remaining mental energy. As soon as he coordinated with the warm golden light net, an intense pleasure suddenly spread from his sea of ​​consciousness to his entire body, like fine electric currents coursing through his limbs and bones. He instantly tensed up, his handsome face flushed, and even the tips of his ears felt like they were burning.

He subconsciously tried to withdraw his mental energy, but Shen Yan pressed his wrist down in time.

"Don't stop, this is a normal reaction."

The male felt a strange itch in his heart, as if a feather had gently brushed against him, but he forcefully suppressed the fluctuations. His voice remained steady, and the warm golden spiritual energy in his palm remained stable. There was no abnormality on his delicate face.

"Just hang in there."

Karandal bit his lower lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, but he forced himself not to close his eyes.

Waves of pleasure washed over him, making him gasp for breath. But he could feel more clearly that the other person's mental energy was precisely repairing the fragments, without any unnecessary probing, like a surgeon holding a scalpel, focusing only on the lesion itself.

Sweat quickly beaded on Shen Yan's forehead, sliding down his delicate cheeks and leaving a small damp patch on his sleeve. The warm golden halo gradually faded, and his face grew paler, yet he dared not relax for a moment.

"There are only three fragments left." Shen Yan's voice was visibly tired, yet still firm, as if he were encouraging himself and comforting the other person.

He hummed in response, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. Strands of blue hair clung to the reddened back of his ears, making the redness even more pronounced. He actively channeled his mental energy to gather the last three fragments together. A strange pleasure surged through him like a tide, causing him to groan involuntarily. His eyes reddened, and his handsome face was filled with a restrained curve.

The moment the last fragment was put back in place, a dazzling blue light suddenly shone from the core in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness. Warm golden spiritual energy merged with it, forming a tough cocoon of light that gently enveloped the repaired sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Yan leaned back slowly in his chair, almost completely exhausted. His delicate face was deathly pale, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to wipe away the sweat.

Karandal also suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes still misty with tears, the flush on his cheeks still lingering. His former ferocity had vanished without a trace, leaving only the dazed feeling of surviving a disaster.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was terribly hoarse, but his tone carried a hint of childlike pride, like a student waiting for praise.

"This is my first time doing mental soothing, I had to brush up on my skills quite a bit, not bad, right?"

The female insect moved her fingers, and the chaos in her sea of ​​consciousness completely subsided, replaced by a long-lost clarity and tranquility. She looked at Shen Yan's pale face, her ear tips uncontrollably turning red, her voice as low as a mosquito's hum:

"...Much better."

With a smile, Shen Yan struggled to get up: "You should rest well. We'll do another round of reinforcement tomorrow."

After taking only two steps, he staggered a few steps due to exhaustion and swayed.

Karandal reached out almost instinctively, his fingertips brushing against the other's sleeve, before realizing his lapse in composure. He abruptly withdrew his hand as if burned, gripping the sheets tightly, deliberately averting his gaze, and feigning composure to avoid the other's eyes.

Naturally noticing his actions, Shen Yan felt a surge of tenderness in his heart, like sugar melting in the sun. He simply said softly, "The call button by the bedside is connected to my personal computer. If you feel uncomfortable in your mind at night, just call me anytime."

The moment the door closed, the female insect's tense body finally relaxed completely, but then she felt inexplicably empty, as if the strength to support her had been suddenly drained away.

He raised his hand and pressed it to his brow, where the warm golden hue still lingered. The spiritual core in his sea of ​​consciousness was radiating a soft blue light, each beat carrying a steady rhythm—a tranquility he had never experienced before.

Samuel brought only pain, humiliation, and fear.

And Shen Yan's touch—

The fingertips that gently touched the wound while applying the medicine, the warm water in the bathroom set to a comfortable temperature, and the warm light that lingered in my mind at this moment all carried a gentleness without malice, like sunlight suddenly shining in during the cold winter.

Especially the repair process just now.

The unfamiliar feeling that swept over his entire body did indeed make him panic, but Shen Yan's voice remained calm and steady, his mental strength precise and restrained, without the slightest overstepping of boundaries or probing. Even his gaze maintained an appropriate distance, making Shen Yan feel helpless.

Karandal sat up, his gaze falling toward the doorway, the wariness in his eyes gradually easing.

The boy's pale face, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the sincerity when he frankly told himself that he "would not feel anything," and the certainty in his words, "This is just treatment," flashed through my mind.

Perhaps this male insect really is a little different from Samuel?

The thought had barely surfaced when he forcefully suppressed it. He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the inappropriate idea, but the lingering warmth in his mind seemed to have taken root, refusing to dissipate no matter what he did.

As if possessed, he picked up the personal computer on the bedside table and searched for "female insect reaction after same-level mental power repair".

The first explanation that popped up clearly stated:

After a deep resonance of spiritual energy, the female insect may develop a temporary dependence on the male insect. This is a physiological inertia following energy resonance and is unrelated to emotions.

Karandal stared at the screen, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the border, and the weight in his heart finally lifted.

It turns out it was just physiological inertia, not a problem with me.

Meanwhile, Shen Yan leaned against the door of his room, raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples. The depletion of his mental energy left him feeling weak all over, and he could barely stand.

But his mind kept replaying Karandel's reddened eyes, his frantically withdrawn fingertips, and his face flushed with suppressed emotion.

He sighed softly, took out his personal terminal, and turned off the notification that read "98% compatibility with Kalandall's mental strength".

Damn it, the influence of such a high compatibility is too damn strong. He was just pretending to be calm. The repair team clearly said that the male insect would not feel anything, but the tremor of the fusion of spiritual power made his heart feel like it was on fire, so hot that he almost stood up.