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Wen Shumu quickly withdrew his hand from the control lever: "Brother, let's forget it, I dare not move it!"

What a powerful and imposing mecha! He turned it into a pigeon-toed stance, and Teacher Chu and the others saw it!

How embarrassing!

A man's low laughter came very close to her ear, and his hot breath lingered intimately around her ear, causing Wen Shumu's face to turn bright red instantly.

The cockpit of the Icebreaker is spacious, but it only has one seat.

He was standing properly to the side, but after Ling Suyu sat down, he said it wasn't safe for him to stand, and he might fall if the mecha started moving.

And then it turned out like this—

He was sitting on Ling Suyu's lap!

Ling Suyu told him he could try operating it, so he touched the joystick. It turned out that the joystick controlled Lie Bing's foot. As soon as Lie Bing moved, he was caught off guard, leaned back, and fell into Ling Suyu's arms.

Immersed in the pleasant, light fragrance, Wen Shumu felt her whole body go limp.

This position makes it difficult to look back at Ling Suyu's expression; he can only discern the Alpha's emotions through his voice.

Ling Suyu chuckled: "If you straighten it back, Lie Bing won't be pigeon-toed anymore."

Wen Shumu still didn't dare to touch on the subject. He changed the subject, pointing to Chu Zhao and Ludwig below: "They're here. Shall we go down?"

"No rush. We need to show Chu Zhao how the ice actually works anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lie Bing started moving again. Wen Shumu hurriedly tried to grip the armrest of the seat, but instead of touching the armrest, he grabbed Ling Suyu's firm forearm.

Ling Suyu didn't touch the control lever, yet Liebing moved smoothly and freely.

"Is this what spiritual connection is?" Wen Shumu asked.

"Yes, without a mental connection, you have to rely on joysticks, knobs and other controls, which will slow down your reaction time and reduce your agility. So, if you really want to pilot a mecha well, you must first learn to establish a connection."

As Ling Suyu explained, he had Lie Bing perform various actions, such as walking, running, lifting heavy objects, or brandishing weapons.

As Liebing's movements became more and more intense, the cockpit swayed back and forth. Wen Shumu could only hold tightly to the Alpha's arm behind him, nestled obediently in the warm embrace, his breathing gradually becoming erratic.

The Alpha behind him wasn't much better off. Contrary to Wen Shumu's expectations of a calm demeanor, he had a tense face, looked slightly flustered, and his face was flushed. The clear, icy blue of his eyes had faded, replaced by a faint red.

This was the first time Ling Suyu had felt such feelings for someone; they were both innocent and intense.

He was always aloof and indifferent, an unattainable star in the eyes of the world, and a war god who could turn the tide in the eyes of the legion. But in front of Wen Shumu, all of this halo disappeared.

Right now, he's just a clumsy beginner in love, slowly learning how to get along with his beloved and how to curb the extremely strong aggression inherent in a top-tier Alpha.

Wen Shumu took a few deep breaths, and the cool, light fragrance suddenly intensified. His mind went blank, and he blurted out the question he'd always been curious about: "Brother, I want to ask... what do your pheromones smell like? They smell so good..."

Ling Suyu did not intentionally release his pheromones. At this moment, it was only because of their close contact, mutual understanding, and extremely high pheromone compatibility that Wen Shumu was able to perceive the scent so clearly.

After a moment of silence, the Alpha's voice was deep: "Melting Snow."

As the ice melts and all things revive, the vitality and energy that have been brewing for a season are about to burst forth.

"Snow melting..." Wen Shumu murmured, repeating the phrase.

He suddenly laughed.

My brother was as cold as ice that had frozen solid after the snow fell; he had built a thick wall of ice in his heart, preventing anyone from getting close.

Things are different now; it's like the ice and snow are melting.

He's not stupid.

The words Ling Suyu said when Fu Mengxing was drunk, the forehead kiss last night, the ambiguous sitting posture today...

All of these things combined were enough for Wen Shumu to understand that his goal had been achieved.

Ling Suyu treated him as her real wife.

There were no intrusive cameras; the massive mechs isolated the area from all external noise.

Wen Shumu turned his head, his eyes sparkling like stars.

Seeing Ling Suyu's slightly flushed face, his smile deepened.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, the Omega slowly raised his head, brought his lips close to the Alpha's, and gently kissed his cheek.

Unlike last night when Ling Suyu kissed Wen Shumu's forehead as if afraid of startling him, only touching him with extreme restraint.

This time, Wen Shumu's kiss lasted for several seconds.

When the soft lips touched his skin, Ling Suyu's breath stopped completely. As if his soul had been stolen, he could only stand there blankly as Wen Shumu kissed him and then left him.

After moving away, Wen Shumu forced himself to remain calm, staring intently at Ling Suyu's face, not wanting to miss any change in his expression.

Then, he saw the stern-faced marshal lower his eyes, his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembling slightly, and his face turning the same color as the peach blossoms.

……

Not far away, Ludwig looked up at the deep blue mech and asked in confusion, "Why isn't it moving?"

Chu Zhao stopped taking notes, the pen twirling between her slender fingers: "Do you think Ling Suyu would ride with his toes pointing inwards when piloting the Rift Ice?"

"I don't think so..."

"It's not 'should,' it's 'absolutely not.'" Chu Zhao said thoughtfully. "So, he's not the only one in the cockpit."

Only one person on the entire starship meets the criteria of being personally led into the Ice Rift by Ling Suyu and not knowing how to operate a mecha.

Ludwig suddenly realized: "Young Master Wen is in there too."

Chu Zhao said, "Give them two more minutes. If they still don't move, we'll have to send a message. We haven't checked the weapons yet."

The intense atmosphere in the cockpit was broken by a terminal notification tone.

Ling Suyu opened the terminal, and Chu Zhao's flat voice came through: "The power system and control system are fine. Check the weapons and defense systems."

Upon hearing this, Wen Shumu remembered that he still had important matters to attend to and quickly tried to get up. He figured that these two systems didn't need Lie Bing walking around, so he should just stand aside.

As soon as he straightened up, an arm wrapped around his waist, preventing him from getting up. It even went so far as to sway him backward, pressing him even closer.

Wen Shumu couldn't help but shift a couple of times, trying to find a more comfortable position.

"...Xiao Mu, don't move," Ling Suyu said in a hoarse voice.

Even if Ling Suyu hadn't said anything, Wen Shumu wouldn't have dared to move it any further.

His face was flushed, and he remained perfectly still and obedient.

The sensation beneath him was so vivid; it was an extremely dangerous "warning."

*

The ice crack finally moved.

The massive mech raised its arm, and a particle gun popped out from its palm, its beam relentlessly shooting towards the target used for testing weapons in the distance.

After several consecutive beams of light, the sturdy target made of special materials was pierced through the middle, leaving a round hole at the bullseye.

Ludwig couldn't help but clap twice: "Precise, brilliant."

Testing a weapon doesn't require firing so many times in quick succession. Liebing's actions are less of a test and more of a catharsis by its master...

Chu Zhao clicked his tongue twice: "So easily angered?"