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

Because he was in a safe environment and his tense nerves were certain that he was out of danger, exhaustion enveloped Locke like a thick, heavy blanket.

Her breathing gradually became long and shallow, and the brows that had been furrowed due to pain and unconscious vigilance slowly relaxed as she fell asleep.

He slept peacefully, even forgetting that there were other insects in the room, like a painting suddenly frozen in time, leaving only a blurry outline.

Karandal stood beside Shen Yan, his icy blue eyes gazing silently at the sleeping female soldier on the bed.

As the other person drifted into a peaceful sleep, temporarily forgetting their pain, the heaviness in his heart caused by empathy also lessened slightly.

She gently tugged at the male ruler's hand.

Shen Yan understood, and took one last look at Locke, who was breathing steadily on the bed, to make sure that he would not wake up in the short term and that there would be no unexpected situation.

The two insects exchanged a glance, and without a word, they turned around in unison.

The man put his arm around his wife's waist and walked slowly toward the door.

Because of pregnancy, the female insect's steps are heavier and slower than usual, so Shen Yan also slowed down his pace.

The heavy door was opened silently, almost without making a sound, as if afraid of disturbing the hard-won tranquility.

The lights in the guest room were dimmed, and the light under the door gradually disappeared, temporarily isolating the sleeping female soldier from the outside world.

Shen Yan led Karandal back to the master bedroom, massaging his wife's body as he spoke:

"His mental strength has been temporarily calmed down, but because his foundation was damaged, he needs to be slowly nurtured."

"I've put in a good word with the Imperial Court, so the document review will be approved very quickly."

"Don't worry about the procedural aspects."

"As for public opinion..."

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips, clearly not taking the matter to heart.

"They're just a bunch of clowns. I have my own plans. They won't cause any big trouble."

The tone was too nonchalant, as if the media storm that had utterly destroyed Locke was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Looking at Shen Yan's composed profile, Karandal's last trace of worry dissipated. The fact that the other party dared to say such a thing proved that he already had a plan.

I stopped asking questions and focused solely on enjoying the service.

The male master's massage technique was very professional; he had taken a special course to learn it carefully. The pressure was just right, relieving his pregnancy-related swelling.

The female insect squinted comfortably, like a cat being stroked, and let out a satisfied sigh.

However, this warm and peaceful atmosphere was shattered as night fell completely, by the little emotions that Shen Yan had gradually built up.

Because of her excessive sleepiness during pregnancy, Karandel was already a little drowsy, and instinctively snuggled her head into Shen Yan's arms, looking for the most comfortable position.

The male naturally reached out and encircled him, his palm habitually covering the soft, swollen belly, feeling the steady movements of the little life inside.

Only a dim wall lamp was left on in the room, casting an ambiguous yet warm light.

He tried to hold back, but finally couldn't. He leaned down and whispered in his wife's ear, his voice muffled, filled with obvious grievance and resentment:

"Lanlan..."

"Um?"

The female insect responded drowsily, her voice trailing off softly and sweetly.

He tightened his grip, buried his face in his wife's neck, and rubbed against her like a large dog, complaining:

"Why did you let him sleep in the room next to ours...?"

The resentment in his voice was almost overflowing.

God knows how long I've lived a life of abstinence since confirming Karandal's pregnancy.

In the early stages, because I was worried that the baby was not stable, I didn't dare to touch her much and wished I could treat my wife like a glass doll.

After finally making it to the second trimester, the doctor finally reassured me after a check-up, saying that the situation was stable and I could resume intimacy, but I needed to be extra gentle and careful.

He was overjoyed after receiving approval!

He even rehearsed in his mind countless times how to treat his baby with utmost gentleness, so as not to miss this rare opportunity to lift the restrictions, while ensuring that nothing goes wrong.

But just as he was rubbing his hands together, preparing to take action that night...

Locke is in trouble.

Then, they were brought back and placed in the guest room closest to the master bedroom!

The thought of having that juicy, fatty meat right in front of my mouth, but having to stay vegetarian because of a new third wheel next door, makes me feel like there's a claw scratching at my heart.

That burning anger, mixed with resentment, surged upwards.

My gaze involuntarily drifted toward the wall connecting to the guest room.

Karandal is shy, so he'll probably be too reserved...

The more I think about it, the more bored it becomes.

Shen Yan tightened her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck like a large dog that hadn't gotten its beloved bone, rubbing against him forcefully in dissatisfaction and muttering a complaint:

I want to eat meat.

The resentment in his tone almost solidified into a tangible form.

It took Kalandall a few seconds to process what the lord was complaining about.

His drowsiness vanished instantly, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, his shoulders twitching slightly.

His icy blue eyes gleamed with a knowing yet mocking light in the dim light.

So that's what they were arguing about.

No wonder the lord had been somewhat restless ever since he brought Locke back.

He turned to the side, gently poking Shen Yan's firm chest with his fingertip, his voice laced with barely suppressed laughter:

"Yan Yan, are you in such a... hurry?"

"How can we not be in a hurry?!"

Looking up, the male glared at him fiercely, then glanced resentfully at the wall, as if his gaze could penetrate it:

"I've been waiting with bated breath, and finally the doctor gave the nod! But... the prize I was about to have slipped away!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help but lower his head and, with a hint of punishment, lightly nibble at Karandel's collarbone, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

Feeling his heat and tension, the female insect's heart skipped a beat. Of course, she also longed for the male's embrace, but given the current situation...

After thinking for a moment, he leaned in and kissed the other person's tightly pursed lips, as if soothing a restless beast:

"Be good, my lord... I'll make it up to you double later, okay?"

Shen Yan knew that tonight's chances were completely over.

He sighed heavily, buried his head back in Kalandel's neck, nuzzled against her again unwillingly, and muttered:

"...Then you said you'd make it up to me double once he got better."

"Okay, okay, I'll compensate you double."

The female ruler suppressed a laugh and repeatedly agreed, patting his back like she was coaxing a child.

Shen Yan reluctantly loosened his arms slightly, but still held the insect tightly in his arms, as if this could slightly alleviate his inner hunger and thirst.