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

"My lord... if my lord truly likes it, I can accept it."

Atar remained silent for a long time, but when he did speak, it was with words that shocked Jun Ming.

Upon hearing this, Jun Ming wanted to loudly tell Atar that he didn't like it and that it was just something he used to appease Wabulo.

but......

He recalled how Atal, unable to breathe properly because of his kiss, blushed and breathed rapidly after being released, his chest heaving quickly.

Very sexy.

Especially because her kiss turned out this way, it became even sexier.

"Well......"

Junming couldn't go against his heart and say he didn't like it, nor could he be so straightforward as to say he liked it.

Junming was also somewhat troubled, wondering how he had suddenly discovered that he had such a fetish.

"That's true, but Atal can't use that as an excuse not to practice kissing properly."

Jun Ming avoided the main point and brought up the topic in a roundabout way.

Atar saw Jun Ming's somewhat evasive gaze and understood, so he went along with Jun Ming's wishes and changed the subject.

"I can't practice properly on my own, the master has to teach me."

Seeing that Atar was no longer dwelling on the issue, Jun Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, the teaching duties cannot be stopped."

After dinner, Junming leisurely leaned back on the sofa, enjoying some after-dinner fruit.

Sure enough, once you start to become lazy, you become less and less willing to move, especially after you've eaten and drunk your fill.

"My lord, why don't you go for a walk outside?"

"Hmm..."

Jun Ming leaned back on the sofa, squinted, and squeezed out a sound from his throat.

"I don't want to move."

"Atal, sit with me for a while."

Atar obediently sat down next to Junming.

"If he doesn't move around, the male's stomach will become uncomfortably bloated."

Junming ate a little more than usual tonight. Atal guessed that Junming must have been eating too fast and not knowing when he was full, so he must be feeling a little uncomfortable now.

After Atal said that, Jun Ming did feel a bit bloated; he still hadn't been able to completely change his habit of eating fast food.

"It's a little swollen, but I really don't want to move."

"How about Atal rubs my stomach?"

Jun Ming sprawled on the sofa, completely unconcerned about his image, and casually lifted his shirt to reveal his abdomen.

Seeing that Jun Ming was really unwilling to move, and that he had already so voluntarily exposed his abdomen, rubbing his belly was a good idea.

Atar rubbed his hands together to make sure his palms were warm before gently touching Jun Ming's abdomen.

Slowly and gently massage.

Atal then realized that his seemingly sickly lord actually had muscles hidden inside.

Now that I'm relaxed, it's not very obvious. But you can still see the outline.

It should be the kind of beautiful, thin skin.

Junming's skin was smooth and very white, the kind of white that comes from not seeing the sun for many years.

At first, Atal was a little shy about touching Junming's abdomen directly, but after looking closely, he only felt heartache.

His male lord was far too thin for the male insects on the main star.

The lack of innate mental strength will inevitably have some impact on the body.

Under Atal's massage, Jun Ming finally felt less strained and much more comfortable.

Everyone started to feel drowsy.

"My lord, if you're sleepy, go back to your bedroom and sleep."

Atal spoke softly beside Jun Ming, and as he spoke, he reached out and covered Jun Ming's stomach with his hand.

After hearing Atar's words, Jun Ming remembered that he still had important things to do that night.

I sat up and tried to wake myself up.

"I'm not very sleepy yet."

"I need to check your mental state again, and you can't fall asleep if you go to bed too early; you won't feel sleepy once you get to bed."

"I'm going to take a shower. Atal, you should get ready too."

After squeezing Atar's hand, Jun Ming got up and went back to his bedroom.

When Atar finished getting ready and arrived at Junming's bedroom, Junming was already sitting on the bed.

Atal, familiar with the routine, took off his shoes, got onto the bed, and sat down next to Jun Ming.

Jun Ming did not rush to release his spiritual power. Instead, he reached out and touched Atar's earlobe, removing the daisy earring for Atar.

"Wearing earrings makes it easy for your hair to get caught while you sleep."

Jun Ming also carefully explained.

The daisy earrings that Junming had taken off were neatly placed on the bedside table.

Atar naturally had no objection to Jun Ming's actions.

"Let me see how things are going."

Jun Ming carefully placed the daisy earrings before releasing his spiritual power.

It was very easy to enter Atar's mental sea.

The floodwaters have completely receded.

The newly exposed ground was still covered with a layer of rotten broken branches, so the cleaning process had to be done again.

Just like last night, Jun Ming withdrew from Atar's mental sea.

Atar could see the situation within his own mental sea, so after Jun Ming's mental power withdrew from his mental sea, he spoke first before Jun Ming could ask any questions.

"My lord, a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. I can endure it."

Seeing that Atar's attitude was firm, Jun Ming didn't say anything more.

Atal's rapid recovery is very important to Junming.

Just like last night, Jun Ming's spiritual power penetrated deep into the earth's surface, like a net, carrying rotten broken branches, turning over the silt.

The sunlight shone on the newly exposed ground, washing away the musty smell and bringing the warm scent of sunshine.

It was another long and agonizing process.

Atal trembled, biting his lip tightly to try and keep from making a sound.

Jun Ming naturally noticed Atal's discomfort.

But we can't stop.

If it's not completely eradicated this time, there will be another time, and Atal will have to suffer again.

As Atal said, a short pain is worse than a long one.

Ideally, it should be completely removed in one go.

Various kinds of filth separated from the soil were piled up by Junming.

Not letting any corner of his spiritual sea go unchecked, and only after making sure it was completely cleaned did Jun Ming light a fire on the pile of withered branches.

This is the last piece of garbage in Atal's spiritual sea, the last sword hanging over Atal's head.

In the firelight, it turned to ash, becoming nourishment for the land.

The land cleared yesterday, under the scorching sun, has begun to regain its original soil color.

Snow also fell on the high mountains.

The snow melted into streams halfway up the mountain and flowed down slowly.

On several plots of land, new shoots have already sprouted.

Atar's spiritual sea truly regained its vitality.

After confirming that there were no problems, Junming withdrew from Atal's mental sea.

Because the process of clearing one's mental sea was really uncomfortable, feeling like needles were pricking all over the body, Atar bit his lip, not wanting to make a sound, revealing his vulnerability.

Atar breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Jun Ming's spiritual power had withdrawn from his mental sea and that the work of clearing away the broken branches and leaves was over.

"How is it?"

"How is Atal?"

Jun Ming asked softly.

Atar opened his eyes, looking at Junming through teary eyes.

"My lord...it hurts."