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

Just as Locke brought the male to a relatively safe area and was about to put him down...

"Bang!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

The bright blue hovercar was instantly engulfed in flames. The scorching flames and shockwaves swept across a ten-meter radius, and the sweltering air rushed towards them, ruffling Locke's slightly disheveled hair and clothes.

If it had been even a few seconds later, the insects inside would have been reduced to charcoal.

Locke glanced back at the sea of ​​fire with lingering fear, then let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

Only then did he look down at the boy he had rescued.

The young man seemed to finally snap out of his daze, slumped to the ground, tilted his head slightly, and stared blankly at Locke.

The lingering fear in his eyes had not completely faded, but it ignited an even more intense light.

All the joy and amazement of surviving the ordeal were poured into the female soldier who had descended like a god and pulled him back from the brink of death.

Yes, stunning.

In Miller Lin's eyes, Locke at this moment was simply astounding.

That gentle and handsome profile, the silver-white hair cascading down and reflecting the brilliant golden eyes, the figure that unleashed powerful strength without hesitation in the face of danger, and the life-saving grace that pulled him back from the brink of death.

An unprecedented, intense feeling of excitement surged through my body like an electric current, and my heart pounded uncontrollably, almost bursting out of my chest.

Locke paid little attention to him, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic scene like a highly accurate scanner. When he saw Karandel being held tightly in Shen Yan's arms, his heart sank and he almost skipped two beats.

Alarm bells went off in my head instantly.

The female insect's body bears an extremely heavy burden in order to support her offspring. Her bones and ligaments become loose under the influence of hormones, her back and waist are under tremendous pressure, her internal organs are compressed, and even breathing is more difficult than usual.

Even a fall or extreme emotional fluctuations can trigger uterine contractions, let alone a fatal impact.

The cubs are not fully developed at this stage and are in an extremely vulnerable state; any strong external stimulus poses a huge risk.

"General! Lord Shen Yan!"

Locke rushed up to them in a few strides, his tone revealing obvious anxiety.

"How are you? Does your stomach hurt?"

He asked urgently, instinctively wanting to check if the other person was injured, but then stopped abruptly, afraid that the dust and blood on his hands from rescuing the insects were not clean. He could only stare nervously at Karandel's hands protecting his stomach and his slightly furrowed brows.

Shen Yan felt the slight trembling of his partner's body in his arms, and heard Locke's worried question. Fear and anger churned within him.

"It's alright for now..."

His voice was deep, his hands continued to soothe her, and his mental energy, like the gentlest warm water, continuously enveloped the female ruler, trying to dispel the chill brought on by the fright.

"But that last move was too close."

Seeing Karandall's still pale face, Locke was so angry he gritted his teeth. He turned sharply and practically roared at his adjutant:

"Investigate thoroughly! Dig deep! Find all the information about this hovercraft involved in the accident."

"Find the source, the control system, the dashcam, the most recent maintenance records, and every single bug that handled it! Find them all!"

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fierce expression showed he was even more agitated than if he himself had been attacked.

"Yes, Lieutenant General!"

The adjutant's expression turned serious, and he immediately led the insects to begin a thorough search and sealing off of the area.

No sooner had she finished shouting than the medical team that had arrived quickly surrounded her, and professional emergency equipment for pregnant women was immediately put into use, and they carefully began to examine the woman.

Calander nestled in the male's arms, obediently cooperating with the doctor, his face still pale.

After the initial fear subsided, a subtle but noticeable ache in his abdomen made him anxious.

There was obvious panic in his icy blue eyes.

Although he was resilient and could remain calm even when facing a hail of bullets on the battlefield, when it came to the baby in his womb, even the slightest discomfort was enough to throw him into a panic.

I dared not make any big movements, only slightly hunched over and breathed softly, for fear of aggravating the discomfort.

Shen Yan kept a close eye on the medical team's movements. The team leader, a medical officer, made a preliminary assessment: "The baby has been frightened and is moving a little more frequently, but there's nothing to worry about."

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his brows remained tightly furrowed.

After confirming that his wife and children were safe, Shen Yan finally had time to turn around and look at the boy who had just been rescued by Locke. He felt that the boy looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite remember him.

After thinking for a moment, I finally recognized it.

"Miller Lin?"

He was the young master of the warden's family, lively, cute, and innocent. They had met once before at a banquet in Lanjing Palace, and later, he had used his identity to "visit" Samuel.

Shen Yan nodded slightly in that direction as a greeting, as all his attention was focused on the frightened Kalandel. He only glanced at him briefly and did not intend to exchange any more pleasantries.

Miller seemed to be completely cut off from everything outside, including Shen Yan's greeting.

His pink crystal-like eyes were fixed intently on Locke.

It seemed to be filled with shattered stars, shimmering with the tears of relief after a catastrophe, indescribable gratitude, and a growing, almost obsessive, adoration.

Looking at the female soldier's arm, still slightly bleeding, a speck of black ash on her jawline, and her upright, pine-like back even while handling urgent matters...

I felt my cheeks burning and my heart was beating so fast it was almost out of control.

Seeing that Locke seemed to have finished dealing with the emergency and was about to turn around to direct other matters, Miller hurriedly got up from the ground as if he was afraid that Locke would disappear.

They didn't even bother to brush off the dust from their clothes, like a fledgling bird that had recognized its master, following closely behind the female soldier.

Locke noticed the commotion, stopped impatiently, and turned around.

Because of his good upbringing, he didn't show any negative emotions, but he also couldn't muster even a smile. He simply asked in a neutral tone, "Is there anything else, sir?"

His gaze fell on the other person, scrutinizing them with a businesslike air.

Miller felt a shiver run through her heart under that cold gaze, and her fair cheeks flushed crimson, even her earlobes turning pink.

His fingers nervously twisted the hem of his clothes, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mustering the greatest courage of her life, she raised her head to meet Locke's sharp gaze, which seemed to see right through her.

The voice was soft, tinged with obvious fear and trembling, yet exceptionally clear, and persistently asked:

"Um... thank you for saving me... I... may I... add your personal communication number?"