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

After Junming finished showering, dried himself off, changed into his pajamas, and dried his hair until it was no longer dripping wet.

When I pushed open the bedroom door and came out, I saw Atar sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was wearing the new slippers he had prepared for him that day, and holding the new pajamas he had prepared for him that day.

After Junming came out, he met Atar's eyes, who was sitting by the bed, and they looked at each other without saying a word.

"...My lord, may I go wash up now?"

Atal feigned composure and asked calmly, but in reality, his hand holding the pajamas was trembling slightly.

My head was buzzing with nervousness, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

"I'm done washing, Atal, go ahead."

"There are toiletries provided for you on the sink, and your towel is with mine."

Jun Ming replied, feigning composure.

Only after Atal entered the bathroom, closed the door, and was separated from the others, did Junming and Atal both breathe a sigh of relief.

Like two snails tentatively exploring each other, they slowly extend their tentacles, then nervously retract them after touching. Once they realize the other has no ill intentions, they extend their tentacles again, preparing for the next touch.

Atal closed the bathroom door and then realized that his palms were sweating with nervousness.

Forcing himself to calm down, Atal finally took a serious look at Junming's bathroom for the first time.

Last time, due to the haste, I didn't have time to carefully observe the structure of Junming's bathroom. Now, upon closer inspection, it looks very similar to the bathroom structure in Atal's bedroom.

The only difference was that everything in Junming's bathroom came in pairs.

Tooth mugs, towels, bath towels... all in the same series but different colors

Everywhere you look, it's clear that this will be a bathroom shared by two insects.

Because Junming had just taken a shower, the mirror was fogged up and he couldn't see clearly.

The air was also full of moisture and somewhat hot.

Atal could no longer distinguish whether it was his own body or the surrounding environment that was hot; he only felt his blood rushing to his head.

Atar felt a surge of excitement at the thought that Jun Ming had just finished taking a bath here.

After putting away his pajamas, Atal turned on the shower.

It's a very comfortable temperature.

It can wash away the fatigue of the whole day.

Atal pondered as he washed.

Seeing what Junming had prepared for him that morning, Atal felt that the doubts he had had that afternoon were not so important after all.

Where did Jun Ming come from, and where is he going? Seeing his agile skills, what is the purpose of raising his insects? Why does he have such powerful skills, and why was he so badly injured?

And... Junming's heart.

This is different; this matter is very important.

Although his mind was racing with thoughts, Atal's hands moved swiftly, and he finished his bath in no time.

Atal's long hair was still dripping wet, so he wrapped it in a towel to prevent the water from wetting his pajamas.

After getting dressed, Atal unwrapped his hair from the towel and wrung it out until it was no longer dripping wet.

She swept her hair to one side of her body and slowly dried it with a towel.

While wiping herself down, she opened the bathroom door, met Jun Ming's gaze, and walked out.

Jun Ming's unwavering gaze, almost tangible, fell upon Atar, adding an air of ambiguity to the scene.

Atar's body stiffened involuntarily.

"...a mighty ruler."

Jun Ming rolled out of bed, took the towel from Atal's hand, and gently wiped Atal's body.

The two insects drew closer and closer, almost touching.

Even at such close range, Atal could clearly hear Jun Ming's breathing, steady and powerful.

"Just wiping won't do; you have to blow-dry the roots, otherwise you'll get a headache if you sleep with your hair wet."

Junming draped a towel over his arm, pulled Atal along, and went to the bathroom, where he took a hairdryer from the cabinet.

"Atal's hair is so beautiful, smooth and long, and so shiny."

As Jun Ming was blow-drying Atar's hair, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The hairdryer made a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound in Atal's ear, making Junming's voice somewhat muffled and difficult to hear clearly.

"What?"

Atal tilted his head, bringing his ear closer to Jun Ming, his eyes full of doubt.

Jun Ming leaned closer, whispering in Atal's ear, and repeated what he had just said.

The warm breath he exhaled while speaking hit Atar's earlobe and cheek, making him feel a little itchy.

But nothing compares to the warmth I felt in my heart after hearing what Junming had to say.

Without further communication, Junming slowly dried Atal's hair. Atal didn't move around anymore and quietly waited for his hair to dry.

Without any other wild thoughts, Atal felt only peace and warmth.

The hairdryer finally stopped working, and the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound also stopped. Junming used his hand as a comb to smooth Atal's hair.

"Alright, let's go."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the bathroom, Atal grabbed Junming's wrist.

"My lord, you said you would dry your hair."

As Atal spoke, he picked up the hair dryer that Junming had just placed down.

"You're so busy drying my hair, sir, don't forget about yourself."

Jun Ming touched his hair. Although it was no longer dripping wet, the roots were still a little damp.

Jun Ming smiled sheepishly.

Jun Ming obediently turned around, feeling Atal's gentle movements.

Atal first picked up the hair dryer, carefully placed it in his palm, and meticulously tested the temperature of the air it was blowing to ensure it wouldn't be too hot.

Only then did she begin to carefully blow-dry Jun Ming's hair, her gaze focused and gentle.

Atal gently stroked Junming's hair, allowing each strand to be evenly blown by the warm breeze.

As time went by, Junming's originally damp hair gradually became dry and smooth.

After drying his hair, Atal put down the hairdryer and gently combed Junming's hair with his fingers.

Jun Ming grabbed Atar's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Okay, time to go back to sleep."

Atal's fingertips gradually warmed under Jun Ming's kisses.

Neither Junming nor Atar seemed to have any intention of letting go of each other's hands, and they returned to the bedroom hand in hand.

Upon reaching the bedside, Jun Ming sat down, gripping Atal's waist and pulling him close to his body.

He looked up at Atar.

"So... Atal knows what I mean?"

Atar's eyes darted around nervously, finally settling on the two pillows placed side by side on the bed.

"My lord... I... I want to too..."