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

The fierce conflict ended with the lingering smell of blood on their lips and teeth and an increasingly tight embrace.

Inside the cabin, the mingling of mental energy and lingering breaths painted a picture of intertwined desire and possession.

Shen Yan lay on Karandal's chest, his breathing gradually calming down, but his fingertips were still unconsciously tracing circles on the other's firm back muscles, as if confirming something.

The female soldier could sense that, despite their physical intimacy, the small knot in the male's heart caused by his words "acceptable" had not completely disappeared.

That thorn not only pierced the other person's heart, but also backfired on him, causing him deep regret.

On the surface, the matter was over. Shen Yan disliked the lingering gloom and was even less willing to let Karandel wallow in pointless self-blame.

He's always been a man of action, adept at defusing tensions in a gentler way. Since being idle easily leads to overthinking, let's find something to do and smooth out that unease with concrete actions.

So he turned on the ship's computer and connected to the StarNet Mall.

My fingertips swipe across the dazzling array of product pages, recalling Karandal's preferences.

His queen, outwardly a cold and unyielding general, secretly harbors a subtle fondness for desserts.

The sweetness shouldn't be too cloying; it should be light and subtle.

So I carefully selected low-gluten flour, high-quality fermented butter, fine sugar with the aroma of natural vanilla pods, and some edible flower petals and dried berries, and prepared to make some exquisitely shaped and sweetly flavored cookies and cakes.

When the female logistics officer, with barely concealed respect and a hint of confusion, piled up five large boxes of ingredients and a series of brand-new baking tools at the entrance of the designated cabin, the male soldier fell silent upon seeing the spectacular sight that could almost be used to open a temporary dessert shop.

Because it's in the military, the default specification for food orders is boxes.

It seems he forgot to note the dosage.

He rubbed his forehead, and after a long while, he chuckled helplessly. The return and exchange process was cumbersome, and he was far away at the border. It was really unnecessary to make the logistics worker make another trip because of his mistake.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to go with the flow and do more.

For the next two days, while Calander led his fleet to clear out the alien races on the battlefield, Shen Yan spent all his time in the makeshift "kitchen corner".

He tied on his apron, rolled up his sleeves meticulously to his elbows, and looked as focused as if he were working on the most intricate star chart.

Weighing, mixing, whipping, shaping, baking... each step is performed with an almost ritualistic seriousness.

I first tried the basic butter cookies, adding crushed vanilla seeds and a little lemon zest to the dough. While baking, the whole room was filled with a warm and mellow sweet aroma.

Next up are the more delicate frosted petal cookies, made with natural fruit and vegetable powders to create soft colors and finely outline the veins of the petals.

He also prepared a special treat for his wife: a small and beautiful butterfly-shaped cream and honey cake.

The production process was not without its challenges.

The portable oven on the warship was difficult to control precisely; the edges of the first batch of cookies were slightly burnt, and the consistency of the icing had to be adjusted several times before it reached the ideal state.

But Shen Yan found joy in it. The process of kneading his heart into the dough little by little, watching it expand and take shape in the heat, and finally exuding an enticing aroma, was itself a kind of silent healing.

He imagined the subtle surprise that might flash in Karandal's icy blue eyes when he tasted it, and his movements became even more meticulous and patient.

A rich and warm sweet fragrance inevitably wafted out, first lingering around the living quarters, and then, following the ventilation system, subtly spreading to the command center and even some corridors.

Many female soldiers passing by couldn't help but slow down and take a deep breath. The cold and serious interior of the warship was subtly filled with an indescribable vitality and warmth because of this unfamiliar yet sweet atmosphere.

"It smells so good... Is Lord Shen Yan cooking?"

"Your Excellency... is truly extraordinary."

Quiet whispers, tinged with amazement, circulated within the warship, filled with a certain secret envy.

Karandal naturally noticed it as well.

Each time he returned to the living quarters after a training exercise, the lingering sweet scent, made by the male master himself, would envelop him. The beast within him, known as possessiveness, would stir restlessly once more.

The realization that the male master had washed his hands and cooked for him filled the female soldier's chest with a warm current, as if the hardest ice layer had been melted by this sweet breath.

Seeing the bright, undisguised admiration in the eyes of the young officers as they talked about the powerful leader, he had to use all his self-control to maintain his usual cold expression.

But he didn't say anything.

Each time he returned to the cabin, he would hug Shen Yan even tighter, bury his face in his neck, and breathe deeply the unique, light, and crisp scent of the male master, as if only in this way could he dilute the bitterness and confirm that the male master was always within his reach.

That evening, when Calander returned to his cabin, he was greeted by a living room almost entirely filled with various pastries, and his master with a speck of powdered sugar on his nose and his eyes sparkling with a desire for praise.

"You're back?"

Shen Yan greeted her with a smile, presenting her with a delicate little plate. On it was a cake shaped like a butterfly, drizzled with milky white frosting, and decorated with a few raspberries on its wings.

"Try it, it was made especially for you."

Karandal's gaze swept over the dazzling array of pastries behind the other person, his icy blue eyes almost overflowing with tenderness.

He took the plate and picked up the cake.

A familiar aroma, with the scent of cream and honey, filled my nostrils.

He took a bite; the inside was moist and creamy, and the slight tartness of the raspberry perfectly balanced the sweetness of the honey—a restrained and gentle sweetness.

"It's delicious."

She gently wiped the powdery candy from Shen Yan's nose with her fingertips, and sincerely praised him in a tender tone, "Thank you, honey, I really like it."

But looking at this pile of pastries, which could almost be used for a tea party, I couldn't help but ask a question:

"But... isn't this a bit too much?"

Shen Yan licked a small bite of cream from his wife's hand with a grin, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction, like a cat that had successfully stolen some cream.

"Who said the two of us had to finish it?"

He pointed to the packaged pastries:

"These, I'll distribute to your subordinates tomorrow. Consider it... a small token of appreciation from the general's family, or perhaps, a gesture of concern from the insect-like people?"

The tail hook swayed slightly behind him, almost imperceptibly, with a hint of smugness.

Karandal's icy blue eyes instantly darkened, unsure how to describe the emotions within, as if they were already overflowing with happiness.

"My husband is always so considerate..."

……

The next morning.

Under the general's orders, the adjutant, accompanied by several guards, distributed the tempting, sweet-smelling pastries to each officer.

Upon learning that the snacks were made by the esteemed son of the general, all the female soldiers who received them felt overwhelmed with gratitude and even somewhat at a loss for words.

With reverence, curiosity, and a touch of disbelief, they cautiously tasted the cookies or cakes in their hands.

however……

The moment it enters their mouths, what wins them over is not just the perfectly sweet taste and exquisite appearance.

A gentle, pure current, carrying a clear, soothing, and healing power.

As the food entered their mouths, it was like the early spring sun melting the snow, quietly seeping into their minds. Their mental strength, which had been damaged to varying degrees due to years of fighting, and even on the verge of collapse, was miraculously repaired.

"What... what's going on?"

"My consciousness... seems to be soothed?"

"My headaches, which I've had for years... have lessened!"

……

Quiet gasps and incredulous whispers spread subtly through the officers' lounge, the corridors, and at their respective posts.

At first, everyone thought it was an illusion or a temporary relief brought about by psychological effects.

However, when several high-ranking officers, who had been tormented by the pain in their sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, even to the point that it affected their combat readiness, rushed to the medical pod for a deep scan of their sea of ​​consciousness, driven by a strong premonition, they found that...

The sheer elation and awe on their faces when they emerged with that report, brimming with authoritative data, spoke volumes.

The test report clearly shows that their mental consciousness damage has been repaired by an average of nearly 20%!

Some female insects with minor injuries even showed a terrifying repair rate of nearly 30%!

The message, like a stream of particles traveling at the speed of light, instantly ignited the entire fleet.