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

After spending a few days together, Lin Luo gained a deeper understanding of Ailand's seriousness and coldness. He was a man of few words and few expressions, and spent most of his time in the training room.

However, he answered Lin Luo's various whimsical questions with surprising patience.

That day, Lin Luo wandered into Ailand's lounge and looked at his still slightly pale profile. He couldn't help but recall the scene he had "seen" that day, covered in black "mud".

"Ayland," Lin Luo said, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a serious curiosity.

"Will your mental state always be in so much pain?"

Ailand was processing documents and was used to Lin Luo's occasional questions. He didn't look up and just gave a faint "hmm".

"Then why don't you find other male insects to help you?" Lin Luo asked.

"There must be plenty of powerful male insects on the capital planet, right? Couldn't they help you get rid of those things?"

Ayland stopped what he was doing, looked up, and his gray-blue eyes were filled with cold indifference:

"To hand over your most fatal weakness, without reservation, to the Star Insect Lord of the Capital?" His tone was somewhat sarcastic.

"That's no different from courting death."

"So, you'd rather endure this immense pain forever?"

Ayland's gaze passed over Lin Luo, seemingly looking into a very distant place, his voice calm and even:

"To die on the battlefield is the best fate for a female soldier; at least, it's a clean and tidy end."

Silence fell over the lounge. Lin Luo looked at his cold profile and felt a pang of discomfort in her heart.

After a long while, he spoke again, his tone slightly mocking, his eyes blinking brightly as he looked at Eland:

"Then, why did you choose me?"

Upon hearing this, Ailand turned his gaze back to Lin Luo's face.

When he met those clear, bright, and slightly inquisitive eyes, he was first slightly taken aback, and then those icy lake-like eyes stared intently at Lin Luo.

"You're different," he said softly, his voice deeper than usual.

"Oh?" Lin Luo became interested and pressed for more information.

"What's different? Tell me?" He looked at Eland expectantly, a mischievous smile on his face.

Ailand seemed somewhat flustered by Lin Luo's direct questioning and his surprisingly bright eyes.

He instinctively turned his face away, avoiding the overly piercing gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly before he answered somewhat stiffly:

"...For example, the male insects on the capital planet wouldn't ask me such a question."

Lin Luo looked at the cold beauty's slightly red ears and his forced composure, and his mischievous pleasure was satisfied. He decided to stop teasing him while he was ahead.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore."

He waved with a smile, then suddenly remembered something and held out his hand to Ailand, "Here, give me your hand."

Aland looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"After all, I promised to comfort you every week," Lin Luo said matter-of-factly.

"Let me try and see if I can still find the feeling."

After hesitating for a moment, Ailand still offered his hand.

Lin Luo's hands were warm and dry, with long, slender, and delicate fingers that exuded a refined air. He naturally took Ailand's hand in his.

Ailand's hands were larger than his, with distinct knuckles and calluses on his palms from long-term weapon handling. They felt warm and powerful, but at this moment they seemed somewhat stiff.

The two hands are clasped together, palms touching, one skin tone dark and the other light, one delicate and the other strong, creating a striking yet exceptionally harmonious picture.

Eland held his breath almost instantly, as he could clearly feel the warmth and soft touch emanating from the other's fingertips.

An unprecedented and unfamiliar thrill surged through his body from their clasped hands, causing his heart to beat faster uncontrollably.

He spent his entire life fighting against star beasts on the battlefield, remaining calm and composed even in the face of a hail of bullets.

But at this moment, in this pure, non-aggressive intimate contact, he felt a rare sense of helplessness and tension.

Because of his instinctive aversion and wariness towards male insects, he never allowed any male insect to get so close to him, let alone have such close skin-to-skin contact.

Lin Luo, although he himself had little practical experience, had at least watched countless idol dramas and read numerous novels on Earth, so his theoretical knowledge was quite extensive.

At this moment, Lin Luo looked at the slightly reddened ears and somewhat stiff body of the cold-faced major general in front of him, and a strange feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

Oh no, I'm starting to feel tempted!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A moment later, Lin Luo realized something, quickly regained his composure, tightly grasped Ailand's hand, and tried to concentrate and recreate that strange sensation from before.

Time passed by, and the lounge was so quiet that you could hear each other's soft breathing.

Lin Luo tried hard to recall the feeling from last time, his brows furrowing slightly, but apart from the warm and dry touch of the other person's skin in his palm, his "vision" was still blank, and he could not "see" anything.

The persistent focus and fruitless attempts made the atmosphere begin to feel subtle and unnatural.

He touched his nose discreetly with his free hand, his eyes darting around, but he didn't dare to look at Ailand's face.

Occasionally, if you accidentally catch a glimpse of the other person's hard jawline or tightly pursed lips, you quickly look away as if you've been burned, and your heart skips a beat for no reason.

Ayland's situation wasn't much better; he could clearly feel the slight dampness seeping from Lin Luo's palm due to tension.

The sensation didn't disgust him at all; instead, it felt like a faint electric current coursing up his skin, making his entire arm feel tingly.

His perpetually icy expression now showed a hint of unnatural tension.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable dryness in his mouth. He subconsciously wanted to lick his dry lips, but he forced himself to resist.

This major general, who could remain unfazed even in the face of a massive star beast, was now somewhat uneasy, his spine ramrod straight, as if he were undergoing the most rigorous inspection.

Their eyes met again by accident, then they quickly looked away as if startled, a subtle tension filling the air.

In the end, Lin Luo was defeated.

He abruptly released his grip as if burned, his tone filled with obvious annoyance and a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment:

"...Sorry, it seems that won't work. I didn't see anything."

As soon as his hand went empty, the strange, warm sensation vanished abruptly, and Eland almost instinctively and swiftly withdrew his hand.

Fingertips curled into the palm, as if trying to drive away the annoying temperature.

He turned his face away, avoiding Lin Luo's gaze, his voice lower and hoarser than usual, carrying a clear unnatural quality:

"...It's okay."