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

Atal felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse Jun Ming, nor did he want to, and slowly walked forward.

She walked to the bedside and leaned down slightly, only to have Jun Ming press the back of her head down and give her a solid kiss.

After releasing Atal, Junming used his fingers to brush aside the strands of hair that had fallen to Atal's chest and tucked them behind his ears.

"Atal is so sweet, I can't get enough of kissing her."

Although he's heard similar things a lot these past few days, Atar is still shy, but he's learned to respond.

"Then, does the male lead want to kiss me again?"

Jun Ming reached out a finger and lifted Atar's chin, saying teasingly:

"If we kiss again, it won't be a short while. Doesn't Atal want to eat dinner?"

Atal's face turned even redder. He gently nudged Jun Ming and whispered, "We still need to eat dinner."

Jun Ming chuckled softly, got up, and dressed.

He turned to look at Atal, who was sitting by the window, his eyes full of affection.

"Go change your clothes, then have dinner."

Atal stood up. "My lord, I'll cook."

Jun Ming didn't really care who cooked; in his opinion, Atal's cooking was delicious and had a unique flavor.

"Then I'll wait until you've finished."

Atal nodded and went back to his bedroom.

He changed out of his military uniform, carefully hung it up, and put on soft loungewear before going downstairs to the kitchen.

Jun Ming had been waiting for a long time, holding a floral lace apron in his hand, and staring at Atar with a smile.

"Wear this."

"This apron was specially chosen for Atal."

It's a style that Atal wouldn't normally try.

Atar didn't care what clothes he wore. Before meeting Junming, for him, clothes were just about being convenient and presentable.

After putting on his apron, Atar busied himself in the kitchen in an orderly manner, his movements fluid and graceful, a sight to behold.

Jun Ming leaned against the kitchen door frame, silently watching Atal's actions.

The gazes from behind were palpable, but Atal was no longer flustered; he was filled with joy, and a little nervous.

"Atar".

Jun Ming's voice suddenly rang out behind Atar, sounding somewhat heavy.

Atal turned to look at Jun Ming.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Jun Ming stared at Atar's questioning gaze, remaining silent and saying nothing more.

It's not bad if things stay this way.

Jun Ming thought to himself.

But what came out of his mouth was not that.

"I'd like something sweet too."

Atal thought for a moment, "Would it be alright to make a small dessert for the male lord after the meal?"

"sure."

As Jun Ming spoke, he stepped forward and hugged Atar from behind.

"I'll eat whatever Atal makes."

Atal couldn't help but smile as Jun Ming pulled him into a very reassuring embrace, his hands continuing their movements.

Dun Dun originally wanted to go into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could help with, but when he saw Jun Ming hugging Atar from behind, he quietly retreated, unable to help but chuckle to himself.

"Little bug... the little bug isn't far away."

Junming and Atal, who were in the kitchen, didn't hear it. Otherwise, Junming would have chased after Dundun and patted his big head.

Atal cooked very quickly, and soon the food was on the table.

"Atal is so skillful, he's the best at everything he does."

Jun Ming didn't miss any opportunity to praise Atar.

"My lord, please eat."

Atar felt embarrassed by Jun Ming's praise. In his opinion, these were things that female insects had to learn, and they were all trivial matters.

At the dinner table, Junming talked about tomorrow's plans.

"Atar, have lunch at the military headquarters tomorrow noon. I'll make you a bento box in the morning."

"I'm going out tomorrow, so I might not be home at noon."

Jun Ming made a casual suggestion, but Atar took it to heart.

"Where is the male protagonist going?"

"Do you need me to come with you? I can take the day off."

Atal was a little nervous after hearing this, but he didn't think much of it. After all, Jun Ming couldn't stay indoors forever.

"No need to ask for leave, I can manage on my own."

"I'm going to Nanling Club tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Atal froze on the spot, his face instantly turning ashen. The knife and fork in his hand fell onto the plate and then crashed onto the table.

The clanging sound was quite jarring.

The soup splattered from the dropped knife and fork, leaving spots on the table and some even splashing onto Atal's hands and clothes.

This sudden turn of events startled Jun Ming.

He quickly grabbed some paper to wipe the soup that had splashed onto Atal's hands.

"What happened?"

"How did you manage to drop the knife and fork?"

Atar looked as if he had been terrified out of his wits; his lips were bloodless, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body was trembling.

Seeing this, Jun Ming hurriedly released his mental power to envelop Atar.

Noticing that Atal was in a bad mood, and fearing that the knives and forks on the table might hurt him, she stood up and quickly pulled Atal away from the table.

"Atar? Atar!"

Jun Ming hurriedly called out to Atal, shaking Atal's shoulders with both hands, trying to bring Atal back to his senses.

Only after Jun Ming called out to him did Atal's gaze regain focus, and he stared at Jun Ming vaguely.

"A mighty ruler..."

Atar's voice trembled and was weak, filled with deep fear.

"Who...who told you about 'Nanling Club'?"

Why go there?

Atal's eyes widened, filled with endless despair and sorrow.

In that instant, the world seemed to turn dark and lifeless, leaving only coldness and death.

His once upright body now seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he was about to collapse to the ground, only being supported by Jun Ming to prevent him from actually sitting down.

Atar felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, surrounded by icy cold that prevented him from escaping.

Upon hearing Atal's question, Jun Ming naturally understood that the reason Atal lost control of his emotions and caused this incident was that "Nanling Club".

To calm Atal down, Junming quickly took out his personal terminal, opened the news from the Xiongbao Association a few days ago, and handed it to Atal.

"It was a male insect exchange meeting organized by the Male Protection Association. The venue was chosen to be the Nanling Clubhouse. It wasn't something I volunteered to go to."

Atal's gaze shifted from Jun Ming's face to the quantum computer, gradually focusing, and slowly he finally saw the message on the quantum computer.

[Your Excellency, in order to improve the fertility of the insect race, a male insect interest exchange meeting will be held in the afternoon of three days from now. All B-rank male insects who have not yet given birth to offspring are invited to participate.]

Location: Nanling Clubhouse