The gentle, sickly beauty is a cold and aloof general.

The feeling of being enveloped by Atal's spiritual power is like soaking in a comfortable hot spring, relaxing the body and mind, and bringing joy.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Atal still sitting obediently by the bedside, but still immersed in the feeling of their spiritual connection, and had not opened her eyes.

Jun Ming bent his legs, and his legs, which had been in one position for a long time, regained some feeling, but were still slightly numb. Only then did he turn his head to look at Atar.

For some reason, Atar looked like he had just come out of the water, with a thin layer of sweat covering his arms and neck.

It was clearly visible under the light.

No wonder Atal's palms were wet when I felt them gripping his wrist; Atal was sweating.

Beads of sweat glistened down his neck, past his Adam's apple, dripped onto his chest, and then fell into the area covered by his shirt.

The slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath added an extra touch of sexiness.

"Atar?"

Jun Ming called out carefully.

Jun Ming's sudden voice startled Atar, who jolted open his eyes.

"Hmm... Your Majesty."

His voice was trembling, as if he couldn't control his tongue, and he spoke so softly it was like he was muttering to himself.

"How are you feeling, Atal?"

As the one who benefited from the spiritual energy, Jun Ming didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Atal is different.

I thought that the feeling after that small amount of spiritual energy was carefully nurtured last night was already very strong, but I didn't expect it to be even more excessive today.

How should I describe it?

It's like... going back to when I was still inside the egg, surrounded by egg liquid, feeling safe and comfortable, floating in mid-air.

once......

Once again...

Those faint beads of sweat are the best proof.

Atar felt his head buzzing and could not hear clearly. In a hazy state, he seemed to hear the male insect asking something, but he could not make it out.

Atar turned his head and looked at Jun Ming with a somewhat blank expression.

"What did the powerful ruler just say?"

His voice was unusually hoarse.

Jun Ming looked at Atal, who was standing there in a daze, and his heart melted.

She unconsciously lowered her voice, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

"I mean, how are you feeling, Atal? Does your mental strength seem any better?"

Atal then came to his senses, stopped looking dazed, closed his eyes to calm down, and carefully sensed the situation within his mental sea.

In fact, there's no need to check within the mental sea; Atal's bodily sensations are already conveying a positive signal.

Atal's brain, which had been tormented by years of rampant and eroded mental energy out of control, was now much clearer, and he could clearly feel that his mental energy had become much purer.

Looking at the situation within his mental sea, Atar was so shocked he was almost speechless.

It's sunlight.

It's a temperature that can dispel all gloom and makes insects feel very comfortable. It's warm and cozy, and it makes them feel much better.

It's been countless years; Atar's spiritual sea has been shrouded in thick clouds, and years of fierce storms have destroyed everything.

In just one night, the male insect broke through the dense dark clouds, bringing long-awaited sunshine and peace.

"My mental energy feels very comfortable..."

"It's been a long time since I've seen the sun."

"The ruler is...so powerful."

Jun Ming easily understood the emotions contained in some of the rambling and illogical words.

With a soft chuckle, Jun Ming reached out and gently stroked Atar's hair that had fallen onto the bed.

"Once the floodwaters recede, Atal's spiritual sea can begin to be rebuilt."

"As I said, Atal doesn't need to worry too much; these are minor matters to me."

As Jun Ming spoke, he raised his hand, picked up a strand of hair, and kissed it.

Her hair, which she had blown dry herself, still carried a faint fragrance, so subtle that it could only be smelled when you were very close.

Seeing Jun Ming's actions, Atal seemed to understand something, and got up to kneel on the bed facing Jun Ming.

As Atal moved, the strand of hair in Jun Ming's hand slipped away smoothly.

Jun Ming twirled his fingers with a hint of regret.

"A mighty ruler..."

Atal mustered his courage and looked directly into Junming's eyes.

"The powerful ruler wants..."

Jun Ming sat up, pulled Atar into his arms, interrupted Atar's words, and nipped the potentially out-of-control scene in the bud.

"Atal knows I'm not in good health."

"I've reached my limit for today."

"I feel a little dizzy and don't want to move."

"I'd like a small drink that Atal makes, would you like Atal to make it?"

After saying that, Jun Ming buried his head in Atal's shoulder and rubbed against him, taking the opportunity to kiss Atal's collarbone and steal several sweaty, fragrant kisses.

Atar's sweat was sweet, with a hint of cedar.

After hearing what the male insect said, Atar remembered that the male insect in front of him was a male insect with damaged mental power and congenital deficiencies.

Relying on its perfect compatibility with itself, it greatly alleviated the problem of losing control of its mental power.

I actually have the leisure to think about other random things.

Frowning in annoyance, she recalled the image of Dun Dun chasing after the male insect, feeding him fruit to supplement his nutrition, before tentatively speaking.

"It's already very late. If you'd like something to drink, I'll make it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"Drinking too many beverages at night can put too much strain on your stomach, making it difficult to sleep."

Jun Ming's words successfully redefined his image in Atar's eyes as that of a weak male insect who couldn't lift a finger.

Therefore, Atal now treats Junming like a little bug that needs constant care and attention.

Jun Ming didn't really say this because he wanted to drink some beverage late at night; he just wanted to distract Atal.

At this moment, Atal spoke softly and gently to persuade him, and Junming was happy to accompany Atal in further reinforcing his image as a sickly person.

Moreover, when Atar was coaxing Jun Ming, he stroked his back as if he were a little insect, and the gentle force made Jun Ming feel very comfortable.

"Then let's listen to Atal and drink again tomorrow."

Jun Ming tightened his embrace around Atal's waist, feeling completely at ease nestled in Atal's shoulder.

"Ugh... I feel dizzy."

"Let me lean on Atal's shoulder for a while."

Jun Ming muttered to himself, determined to portray himself as sickly to the fullest extent.

Atar was somewhat surprised to see Junming so dependent on him, but felt more pity than anything else.

She let the male insect nestle in her shoulder and let the hands around her waist tighten.

My neck was scratched by the male insect's hair, which made me a little itchy, but the male insect was very close, and I couldn't escape.

They could only silently endure it.