Zerg: I ​​was picked up by the cold and beautiful Major General at the start of the game.

A depressed mood clung to Lin Luo like a damp mist.

During this time, he devoted almost all his energy to Ailand, and every time he transmitted his mental energy, he carried an almost devout expectation, hoping that he would meet those familiar blue eyes the next second.

However, day after day, all he received in response was unchanging silence.

"Can I really cure him?"

This thought uncontrollably popped into Lin Luo's mind. Ailand and the others all said that his mental power was very special, but if his mental power was really so precious, why did Ailand not make any progress?

A sense of self-doubt mixed with weariness was quietly eroding his confidence.

The fragments of Ailand's mind anxiously circled around Lin Luo, but could only watch helplessly.

"Waaaaah!"

"Duang!"

The bedroom door was kicked open, and Gun Gun, who had learned to open doors by himself, accurately landed in Lin Luo's arms, his wet nose rubbing against his chin, letting out a pitiful whimper, as if accusing him of being heartless.

Lin Luo was jolted by the impact and instinctively caught the heavy warmth.

He lowered his head, paused, and then buried his face deep into the thick, soft fur on the side of the fur's neck, taking a deep breath of the scent that carried the aroma of sunshine and bamboo leaves. He wrapped his arms tightly around the fur's plump body, as if trying to gain some kind of strength from it.

A moment later, he looked up, the gloom in his eyes seemingly dispelled somewhat by the warm embrace.

He rubbed his round, swollen ears, his voice regaining its usual energy, tinged with a hint of teasing:

"This is nothing! It's just a little difficulty, not worth me getting so frustrated, right? Go away!"

Ailand watched as Lin Luo went through the entire process of going from frustration to self-encouragement in just a short moment. Instead of feeling relieved, he felt an indescribable sadness.

He remembered how Lin Luo looked when she first came; she was always happy and cheerful, with not a trace of gloom in her bright eyes.

And now, even though you try to smile, a lingering worry always hides deep in your eyes, and all of this is because of yourself…

Lin Luo played with Gun Gun for a while and felt much calmer. He got up briskly and pushed Ailand back to the bedroom to settle him down.

Then, he went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out two tubes of nutrient solution.

As he closed the refrigerator door and turned around, his gaze swept over the medical cooler in the corner. He paused for a moment; inside were the so-called high-grade medicines he had bought at the auction.

But soon, Lin Luo looked away, seemingly not taking it to heart.

He quickly finished his own tube, then went to the bedroom to feed Ailand another tube, and made sure to prepare fresh bamboo for Gun Gun.

After doing all this, he sat down in front of the personal computer and began to remotely handle the factory's affairs.

Everything seemed to be back on track. The frustration from before was like a stone thrown into a lake; after the ripples subsided, the lake returned to calm.

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As night deepened, Lin Luo finished processing the last document, rubbed his throbbing temples, and got up to walk to the window.

Outside the window is the night view of the capital city, bustling yet tinged with a chill.

The fragments of Ailand's spirit still clung silently to the side of his neck, sensing his exhaustion.

Lin Luo leaned against the window frame, gazing at the night view in a daze, as if trying to process the heaviness of the day.

A moment later, he turned his head and looked at Eland, who was still lying quietly on the bed. In his dark eyes, emotions were churning silently.

Since he transmigrated to the Zerg world, his familiar family and friends, and the normal world, seem to be a distant dream.

This insectoid society is bizarre and grotesque, with distorted and twisted rules, unlike anything on Earth.

He seemed to be adapting well, but it was just selective ignoring, deliberately avoiding thinking about those suffocating things and focusing his attention on the present.

He wasn't that great; he never thought about changing the world. His only wish was to protect himself and Elland.

Theodore, Voske, rolling, factories... these are his footprints here, but Elland is the "anchor" that allows him to take root here.

It was this female insect who first accepted him and gave him a safe place that he could call "home".

But now, this anchor point seems to be sliding into the abyss little by little along with the silent sea of ​​Ailand's mind. The panic and emptiness brought about by this premonition of possible loss seem to be greater than imagined.

Amidst her jumbled thoughts, Lin Luo slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, her fingertips gently touching Ailand's cheek.

He traced that familiar outline, from the sharp brow bone to the high nose bridge, and then to... those lips that were always tightly pursed, but now seemed unusually soft.

The fingertips lingered for a moment, then continued downwards, tracing the defined jawline, touching the slightly bobbing Adam's apple, and then... slowly slipping into the loose neckline of the pajamas.

Ailand's mental fragments seemed to freeze, his consciousness in complete chaos.

"This... Your Excellency... What is this...?" An unprecedented heat surged through him, and if his body were under control, his face would have turned completely red.

Lin Luo's fingertips did not stop.

Ailand was bedridden all day, dressed simply, with a loose collar. With just a light flick of Lin Luo's fingertips, the collar slid to the sides, revealing the firm, full lines of his chest muscles, which gleamed with a cold white light in the dim light.

Ayland's mind went completely blank. "Could it be...could it be that Your Excellency is going to..."

This was completely unlike anything Lin Luo would do, but... deep down, he didn't seem to reject it, and even... felt a secret stirring within him.

His consciousness was almost a tangled mess, bewildered by this unexpected intimacy, yet unable to suppress the violent, silent tremors caused by Lin Luo's touch.

The fragment of consciousness also began to heat up slightly, uncontrollably emitting chaotic fluctuations.

"Ailander," Lin Luo suddenly spoke in a low voice, breaking the thick silence in the bedroom, "Actually, I'm very unhappy that you've been lying here like this."

Aland's consciousness snapped, overwhelmed by a surge of guilt. The ripples that had just begun to stir within him subsided considerably. "It's...it's all my fault..."

"So," Lin Luo leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Ailand's ear, his tone slightly dangerous, "you won't mind if I do something to relieve stress, will you?"

Ayland silently responded in his heart: "Your Excellency, you can impose any punishment you desire, as long as it makes you a little happier..."

Before the thought had even finished, Lin Luo suddenly lowered her head and bit his lower lip.

It wasn't a kiss, but a heavy bite, carrying the meaning of punishment and venting. A sharp pain shot through him, and Ailand could even "feel" his skin being torn open by the sharp teeth, with warm beads of blood instantly seeping out.

Lin Luo's tongue then darted out, naturally drawing the bright red color into his mouth.

But the bleeding from the wound did not stop; it continued to slowly seep out.

"Ah, I forgot," Lin Luo said as if he had just remembered, "your recovery ability is still zero."

He looked down at the bloody teeth marks on Ailand's lips: "There's nothing we can do about it. We'll just have to leave them for now. Once your mental state recovers, these wounds will naturally disappear."

As Ailand's consciousness "watched" this scene, feeling the lingering sting on his lips and the sensation of being licked, he could feel his heart pounding!

"Is...is this the punishment?... " he wondered, confused.

However, before he could sort out his chaotic emotions—

With a "whoosh," the fragment of consciousness was suddenly pulled back into the desolate sea of ​​consciousness, and Ayland's consciousness sank in as well, forced to sever all connections with the outside world.

Consciousness floated among shattered fragments of the mind. Eland couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or... filled with more indescribable regret.

He stopped struggling and simply remained there quietly, as if the brief but intense contact just now was merely a dream that felt too real.

Only the illusory pain on my lips and the complex emotions surging in my heart proved that something was different.