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

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Minister Greta led Zhao Zheng toward his villa.

The termite farm is vast and sparsely populated. The main family lives in the main building, while the other branches also have their own villas.

After Greta became minister, he was a bug who could make the decisions. He had his own villa, and his father and mother lived on the other side.

Zhao Zheng reluctantly bid farewell to his elders and followed their daughter, Pearl.

The mask of composure and reliability that had always been maintained crumbled a little.

Following closely behind Greta, she said pitifully, "Pearl, will I have to sleep in a different room tonight?"

It seems...maybe...most likely...we can't live together?

"?" Minister Greta turned to look at him, somewhat puzzled by his question: "You want to separate from me?"

Zhao Zheng quietly took his hand: "No."

"That settles it then. You'll stay with me tonight." Pearl gave the order without any hesitation.

Zhao Zheng hesitated a bit: "But wouldn't this be a bit inappropriate for my first visit...?"

If his elders found out, they'd definitely think he's a frivolous boy. [That tone]

Pearl was speechless: "You've already called him 'male father' and 'female father,' and we're legally registered. This is my tribe's territory, my home. Where else do you want to sleep?"

Pearl looked at him suspiciously: "Have you forgotten that we've already registered our marriage?"

Why are you acting like a well-bred young man from a respectable family who's not yet married?

Although this is your first time visiting, we are actually married, okay? Please don't act like we're having an affair.

"Oh!" Zhao Zheng suddenly realized.

Yes, they are an openly married couple, not engaged.

They are a legally married couple, officially registered under the laws of both countries! They are legally protected, share property, and rightfully live together as partners!

Long live the law!

Malicious netizens are even trying to get them to sleep in separate rooms!!! He-tui!!!

Zhao Zheng was no longer emo at all and happily followed Pearl to the villa where he always lived.

Minister Greta opened the door and led Zhao Zheng inside.

The interior layout is different from the lavish style of the termite tribe. It is decorated in a minimalist style. The first floor is a large open-plan space, mainly gray, with floor-to-ceiling windows all around. It is simple, grand and full of texture.

It's a very Greta-style decor.

Minister Greta led him to the master bedroom on the second floor and said he would sleep there that night.

The second floor is decorated in a more termite-inspired style than the first floor, with two walls of the room consisting almost entirely of huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside is a balcony railing entwined with vines.

At this moment, the sun is setting outside the window, and the golden afterglow shines through the glass, making the whole room warm and tranquil.

In the center of the room was a very large, incredibly comfortable and soft four-poster bed with dark wood posts and curtains hanging down, partially obscuring the view and ensuring some privacy.

This is Greta's private space.

The entire room is filled with the scent of cold spring water and a cool floral fragrance, the scent of pearl pheromones, rich, calming, and permeating every inch of the wood grain.

The master bedroom is very large, and the bed is also very large.

Zhao Zheng looked at the four-poster bed, which looked very thick and soft.

Several fluffy large cushions were casually piled up at the head of the bed, adding to the cozy, homey atmosphere.

Has Pearl always slept in this bed?

He couldn't help but imagine what his daughter, Pearl, would look like lying on it...

The mattress sank in, gently enveloping his slender body...

Minister Greta smiled as she looked at his fixed gaze.

It's so funny. He's so mature and composed outside, but acts like a fool at home.

She reached out and gently stroked his chin with her cool, smooth fingertips: "How was your first meeting with the parents?"

I ran my fingertips over the skin of his jawline, feeling a slight, perceptible pressure.

Zhao Zheng was taken aback by his somewhat suggestive action, and subconsciously looked down to meet his light brown eyes, which were so close to his own.

Greta's eyes held a faint smile, like ice crystals cracking on a winter lake, refracting tiny glimmers of light.

He leaned closer and chuckled softly in a low voice, "Husband?"

Zhao Zheng froze completely.

His heart pounded wildly, and his blood rushed to his head, making his ears instantly burn.

He opened his mouth, but found himself unable to utter a sound. He could only stare blankly at Pearl's smiling face, which was so close to his.

Minister Greta looked at his stunned expression, which was red from ear to neck, and finally her eyes were filled with laughter.

He laughed out loud and touched Zhao Zheng's face again.

Satisfied with the effect she had created, she stopped teasing him, straightened up, turned and walked towards the wardrobe, as if her seduction just now had been Zhao Zheng's illusion:

"Let's unpack our luggage first and rest for a while. We'll go have dinner together later."

Who can get a proper rest at a time like this?

Zhao Zheng quickly checked his watch; it was only a little past four in the afternoon, and there were still two hours until dinner. That was enough.

Without saying a word, he reached his hand inside the pearl-embroidered dress.

Minister Greta couldn't hold back any longer. She turned around, laughing, and slapped his hand wildly: "What are you doing? Didn't you say that it wouldn't be good for the first visit and that we should sleep in separate rooms?"

Then Zhao Zheng forced him to kneel down... for a while.

Zhao Zheng was especially excited, and almost...

White Pearl was so comfortable that she shed tears.

So awesome!

Being messed up by her own husband... it's not a big deal, unless this is a novel where every reader leaves a comment mocking him, but how could that be possible?

Minister Greta crossed her arms and was peacefully carried into the bathroom.