A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Lan put down her knife.

He picked up a snow-white napkin, meticulously dabbed at a non-existent oil stain at the corner of his mouth, then, as if suddenly remembering something extremely important, coughed affectedly—

"Ahem!"

The Crown Prince put down his napkin, cleared his throat, and his whole action conveyed the message that he was about to cause trouble.

"Bishen, sir." The Crown Prince's face was full of warmth, but it instantly set off alarm bells for Bishen on the other side.

"What is it?"

Bishon looked at the man's face, which was trying hard to remain calm but couldn't hide his smugness, and his expression clearly said that he had something important to announce. He had a bad feeling.

Whenever this ancestor speaks in that pretentious, aristocratic tone, nothing good ever comes of it.

Here it comes! Long time no see! He's going to get stabbed again!

The Crown Prince affectedly reached into the inside pocket of his clothes.

When I reached in with my empty hand and pulled it out, there was a small, hard-covered notebook with a bright red cover.

Bishen's gaze was fixed on the small notebook.

This red is so bright and glaring.

It was filled with a certain kind of earth-style festive style that he really, really wanted to complain about.

"Ahem!" Lan held up the little red book in front of Bishen, showing it to him like a rare treasure.

Like displaying a victory flag, he even deliberately twisted his wrist, making the three large gold-embossed human "marriage certificate" characters on the cover and the Earth emblem supported by an olive branch dazzle Bishen's eyes under the light.

"Bishnnah." The Crown Prince was extremely proud of himself, his voice deliberately flat, but the slight upward inflection at the end of his sentence was almost impossible to hide, as if it would burst through the roof: "Look, licensed to work."

You don't, right? Hahahaha!

Bishen: "..."

Bishon felt the string of reason in his mind snap.

The Crown Prince continued: "From this moment on, Gao Tian possesses a brand new, official, legally protected, and inviolable title—"

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess."

The Crown Prince's eyes sparkled like stars.

"From now on, please be more respectful to Her Highness the Crown Princess and stop calling him 'Yellow Hair'."

Gao Tian laughed triumphantly.

The Crown Princess proudly raised her head!

Hahahaha, she's now a licensed Crown Princess!

Bishenmantis, from now on, please show some respect to the Crown Princess who is now officially licensed!

Bishen: "..."

He glanced at Gao Tian's face, which screamed "I'm now of the highest status," then at the red booklet imbued with the sacred halo of law, and finally at the Crown Prince, whose face was contorted with late-stage romantic lust as he flaunted his marriage certificate...

He covered his forehead.

But Lu Jianan just had to stir things up.

"Wow! Is this the legendary marriage certificate?"

He wouldn't come over when I asked him to earlier, but now that his older brother is having a meltdown, Lu Jianan has somehow found her way over.

Completely oblivious to the atmosphere, with her clear, foolish eyes wide open, she unceremoniously squeezed next to Bishen.

His gaze was completely drawn to the bright red booklet in the Crown Prince's hand, and he exclaimed in amazement, "I've only ever seen it in documents before! So this is what it looks like in person! Amazing!"

"You'll have it too someday," Gao Tian said with a smug smile.

"Really? I wonder when I'll have one." Lu Jianan's tone was full of sincerity and admiration, brimming with curiosity: "That's wonderful. Gao Tian, ​​you have a home now."

This exclamation sounded like a chord in Bishen's ears.

It was like adding fuel to the fire, precisely pouring a bucket of high-energy accelerant onto the already ignited flames of Bishen!

Bishen didn't speak; he just took a deep breath.

Lu Jianan is going on and on every day—!!!

She slapped Lu Jianan on the head, knocking him aside.

"Wow!"

Lu Jianan was caught off guard and was slapped off his chair by his older brother.

If he hadn't been quick enough to instinctively grab the sideboard next to him, he would have almost fallen on his backside in a sorry state.

Lu Jianan rubbed her numb forehead, looking at Bi Shen with a bewildered and aggrieved expression: "Big brother, why did you hit me?"

What did he do wrong? He just glanced at that red certificate and said "Wow, that's amazing," so why did he get scolded?

Waaaaah, big brother, you hit me so hard! My forehead hurts so much, it's burning!

Bishen looked into his clear, foolish eyes, which were half-filled with tears.

She's always like this, constantly acting cute and teasing him, with an innocent look on her face, never saying anything directly, sometimes close, sometimes distant, forcing him to take the initiative to break down and express his feelings.

Why should he take the initiative compared to Shen Mantis?

I'll hit you whenever I want, why do I need to pick a day?

The head of the Mantis family remained silent, pushed back his chair, and angrily left his seat.

Lu Jianan chased after him for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up. He watched as Bi Shen went upstairs, then turned around, puzzled.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Was there any ambiguity in what he just said that would be offensive to the Zerg?

Gao Tian didn't know either; he looked to the Crown Prince.

"I don't know, he's always had a terrible temper, maybe he's going through early menopause," the Crown Prince said innocently.

After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at his pocket again, a smirk playing on his lips.

Hehe, I knew his little red booklet was incredibly powerful.

Bi Shenna, you can't hold it in anymore, can you?

The one you like is still clinging to me, the Crown Princess, like an idiot!

Pooh!

Pooh!

A giant light bulb!

Has anyone taken care of this bug?! Are you even capable of doing it?! Take him away right now!

......

The night on the mountaintop was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of dewdrops condensing on pine needles.

The daytime hustle and bustle was filtered out by the deep night, leaving only the cool moonlight shining through the French windows, casting a frosty glow.

Most of the rooms had their lights off, except for the wall lamps in the hallway that emitted a soft glow.

The Crown Prince and Crown Princess live in the top-floor master suite.

Bi Shen and Lu Jianan lived in two suites on the second-to-last floor.

The main light in Bishon's room was off. He stood alone in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, still wearing the same suit he had worn during the day, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Human-made liquor, with ice, is poured into a crystal-clear square glass, gleaming in the night.

Bishen just held it; he didn't drink it.

He needs to think about it carefully.

Outside the window, the silhouettes of undulating mountains gleamed with a hazy white light under the moonlight.

The smug smile on Huang Mao's face at dinner, the glaring red booklet, and the longing and envious look in Lu Jianan's eyes when she looked at their red booklet—all of these things kept him awake all night.

Lu Jianan wants a home.

Can he give Lu Jianan a marriage certificate like that?

What are his thoughts about Lu Jianan?

Has he really decided, thought it through, and taken all the risks that every female insect would take to get married, to make Lu Jianan his partner and start a family with him?

Does he like Lu Jianan?

Do you love Lu Jianan?

He didn't really know what love was.

Is it the kind of love he has from his female and male fathers?

The young master began to calmly ask himself questions.

If Lu Jianan suddenly disappeared now, could you accept it?

No.

If Lu Jianan forms a family with other people or insects, can you accept it?

No.

If you marry Lu Jianan, can you guarantee you won't get hurt?

No.

But he's willing to give it a try.

If Lu Jianan died young, would you be willing to go with him?

willing.

Lu Jianan is such a useless little thing, all he does is cry. The road to the underworld is too cold, he might be scared if no one protects him.

Is it the kind of love that's like that between a male and female parent, where they can't live without each other?

Yes.

—He thought so.

......

Bishen put down the ice cube in his hand, most of it had melted, leaving it icy cold and damp with condensation in the glass.

His fingers were numb from the cold and trembled slightly.

The moment I understood.

The Milky Way hangs upside down.

In his imagination, he and Lu Jianan would grow old together.

Bishon put down his wine glass, straightened his collar, and made sure everything was perfect.

Then he turned around, his steps steady and resolute, and went out to Lu Jianan's room.

There's no need to envy Huang Mao; he can also give Lu Jianan a home.