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

Upon hearing this, Jun Ming immediately became nervous.

She reached out and gently took Atar's hands in hers, but dared not use force, holding them loosely for fear of hurting him.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Atal gripped Junming's hands tightly with his own, as if afraid of Junming leaving.

"After the fragments and debris in my mind were removed and transmitted to my body, every part of me ached terribly, like rotten flesh being removed from a wound. It was a tingling, numb, and needle-like pain."

Upon hearing this, Jun Ming immediately felt a pang of heartache and pulled Atar into his arms.

"Atal, please bear with me a little longer. I promise this is the last time I'll cleanse your mind like this. There will never be a next time."

Atal wrapped his arms around Junming's waist and buried his face in Junming's shoulder.

"Um......"

Atar uttered a muffled syllable, as if he had genuinely felt some pain during the meticulous cleansing of his mental sea.

But where Jun Ming couldn't see, Atal's lips, buried in Jun Ming's shoulder, were slightly upturned.

Please forgive my despicable act; I was just a little greedy and wanted more.

"What can I do to make Atal feel better?"

Jun Ming asked softly.

Atal shook his head, and as he did so, a few strands of hair fell onto Jun Ming's arm.

"The male ruler only needs to hold her for a while."

Jun Ming's heart had completely melted at this moment.

He released his spiritual power, enveloping Atar from head to toe, sparing not even his toes.

Then he hugged Atar even tighter with both arms.

"Atal can hold me as long as he wants."

He felt that every part of his body was enveloped by Jun Ming's spiritual power.

Atal trembled, desperately suppressing his excitement, and remained silently in Jun Ming's arms.

After enveloping Atar with his mental energy, Jun Ming sensed Atar's trembling emanating from the mental energy and assumed that Atar was in pain due to the cleansing of his mental sea.

Jun Ming reached out and gently stroked Atar's back, as if soothing a naughty little insect to sleep.

"Our Atal is amazing."

"Now that my spirit is no longer sick, once I get through tonight, I can fly freely again."

Atal rubbed his cheek against Jun Ming's chest in Jun Ming's arms.

"I am good because the male ruler is powerful."

Although Atal tried his best to control himself, Jun Ming could still easily hear the tremor in Atal's voice.

"good."

"Get some rest and don't think about anything."

"I've always been here."

At first, Atal just wanted to hold him a little longer, so he let himself stay in Jun Ming's arms.

But for some reason, drowsiness came over me, and I drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps it was the arm that was holding me so strong, perhaps it was the warmth of the spiritual energy that enveloped my whole body, or perhaps it was the comforting touch on my back.

By the time Jun Ming realized what was happening, Atar was already asleep in his arms.

Listening to Atal's even breathing against her chest, Atal's arms around her waist didn't loosen even in her sleep, and a few mischievous strands of hair fell obediently down.

Jun Ming smiled helplessly.

Controlling his mental energy, he covered him and Atal with the blanket, and in that position, he fell into a deep sleep.

On the bed in the other bedroom lay Atar's discarded military uniform, waiting for its owner to return so he could hang it up.

It should be noted that Atar always cherished his military uniform.

But this time, the military uniform lay coldly on the bed all night, without ever seeing its owner.

Even after falling asleep, Junming's spiritual power continued to work diligently, surrounding Atar in his arms.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, playfully trying to reach Atal's cheek, but Jun Ming blocked it completely.

Atal's dream was filled with a long-lost peace. Freedom, wilderness, an endless starry sky, and the fragrance of daisies.

He spread his wings and flew freely between heaven and earth. If you looked closely, you could see that his silvery-white wings were decorated with small daisies.

It swayed in the wind as he moved.

Atal's biological clock woke him from his dream on time. He opened his eyes groggily, but instead of seeing the familiar ceiling, he saw a smooth chest.

Startled, Atal widened his eyes, quickly softened his breathing, and tilted his head slightly to see Jun Ming's sleeping face.

Atal was somewhat bewildered; he didn't know how he had ended up sleeping in Jun Ming's arms.

Upon careful recollection, he realized that last night he had deliberately feigned weakness in front of Jun Ming to seek comfort, and as a result, he had fallen asleep in Jun Ming's arms.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, Jun Ming's spiritual power was still enveloping him.

The tangible sensation told Atal that everything last night was not a dream.

Atar's ears turned red and hot with embarrassment.

But the feeling of being in Jun Ming's arms was just too wonderful, and Atal buried his head in Jun Ming's arms again, taking a deep breath.

[The male ruler smells so good.]

Atal rubbed against him contentedly.

"woke up?"

Jun Ming's slightly hoarse voice, still hoarse from just waking up, suddenly rang in Atal's ears, startling him.

In fact, Jun Ming had already noticed that Atal was awake when he was groggily waking up and breathing softly.

However, wanting to see what Atal would do, Jun Ming remained silent and did not move.

Then he felt Atal bury his head in his chest again, sniff him, and rub against him contentedly.

That's when he couldn't help but tease her.

"A mighty ruler..."

Atar awkwardly withdrew his hands from Jun Ming's waist, sat up, his eyes darting around, not daring to look directly at Jun Ming, nor daring to focus his gaze on Jun Ming's chest.

Jun Ming sat up and gently kissed Atar on the forehead.

Good morning, Atal.

Atal remembered his earlier determination to take the initiative, so he imitated Junming and leaned down to give Junming a light kiss on the forehead, just like he was doing.

Good morning, Your Majesty.

Seeing Atal's proactive attitude, Jun Ming was naturally overjoyed and asked with concern:

"How is Atal's rest?"

"Does it still hurt?"

After clearing his mental sea last night, Atal, who wasn't in much pain to begin with and just wanted to use this opportunity to ask for comfort, hurriedly replied:

"I rested very well, and the pain has subsided a long time ago."

Atar looked at Junming, who had his back to him, his muscular shoulders exposed, as he put on his shirt.

Hesitantly, he began to speak.

"Why didn't you wake me up last night, my lord? I... I didn't expect to fall asleep."

"I apologize for disturbing Your Majesty's rest."

The hand hidden under the blanket gripped it tightly, awaiting Jun Ming's verdict.