The powerful leader was tough on the outside but soft on the inside; the aloof major general fell fo

Ashel's back stiffened, stunned by the master's words, and he hesitated in place, his gaze shifting uneasily between the master and the closed door.

Her gaze finally settled on the powerful man, her eyes filled with worry, "But...but, your health..."

Being questioned is always a bit unpleasant, but Cen Li knew that the female soldier was simple-minded and only worried about his wounds, so he hummed softly, "I'm fine, hurry up."

Ashel had no choice but to withdraw her worried gaze from the male ruler. Her face slowly flushed again. She tried to negotiate with the male ruler, speaking softly and hesitantly, "Majesty, could we go somewhere else?"

"Where do you want to be?"

Ashel cautiously made her request, "Could we do it in bed?"

really.

This was indeed a rigid and honest request made by the military women's association.

Cen Li's lips slowly curled up, the curve somewhat cold and unapproachable.

"Can't."

In less than a second, Cen Liqian decisively rejected Asher's faint request, his voice cold and ruthless.

Ashel looked troubled. The lord took another step closer to him, his back pressed against the hard door. He made some small, helpless movements, looking like he was about to cry.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Cen Li frowned as he stared at Ashel, who hadn't made a move yet, showing no sympathy, and ordered him in a deep voice.

"Good, good, my lord..."

Ashel could never resist such a powerful ruler; he thought he wanted to please him.

Ashel told herself not to overthink, her cheeks burning. She lowered her head and didn't look at the lord. Her hand landed on the first button of her military uniform, and her fingertips unbuttoned it, revealing a white shirt underneath.

Just as he was about to unbutton the second button, the lord's impatient voice interrupted him, "You're too slow."

Ashel's heart tightened, her fingertips trembled, and the second button came undone.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, my lord, for keeping you waiting. I will be quick."

Before he could finish speaking, Cen Li reached out and suddenly pressed the insect against the door.

"I'll do it myself."

As soon as the powerful ruler finished speaking, Ashel realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

A chill ran down my lower body.

"A powerful, a mighty ruler."

Asher blushed, his forehead pressed against the cold, hard door, his gaze falling down to clearly see the pile of trousers at his feet, and a sudden wave of unease washed over him.

Each time he turned his back to the male ruler, his five senses were magnified to an unbelievable degree. The scalding breath spraying on him felt like a feather brushing against him, making his heart clench and his whole body wish he could curl up like a mimosa.

Even so, the powerful ruler would not let him go, and his expression would only soften after he was satisfied.

Give him a comforting kiss.

But there was no kiss today. The cold temperature seeped from the door into the pulse of his arm. Ashel told himself that this was the lord's 'punishment' for tipping him off.

My lips have suffered countless hardships along with Ashel. I would bite them when I was anxious and conflicted, and now I bite them hard when I am experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure.

In the end, his full and alluring lips became scarred and broken. In the past, a pitying insect would hold them in its mouth and gently grind and soothe them, but not today.

The fabric rubs against each other.

Ashel's dazed eyes could only focus on the unremarkable hospital room door, its lifeless white color mirroring his own, his hands bracing against it, supporting all his strength.

He was no longer able to think about questions like, "Is the male master really alright?" or "Perhaps he should tell the male master to take the initiative this time, and that the male master can just lie down and enjoy himself." His thoughts had long since turned into a jumbled mess.

Although its mouth was tightly closed, it could not stop a low whimper that sounded like a sob.

Ash glanced at the unlocked door out of the corner of his eye, and his unease lingered. He reached for the lock, and upon closer inspection, his hand trembled slightly.

As Ashel's fingers touched the door lock, he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and was about to lock the door from the inside when a pair of longer, more slender hands reached out from behind him, suddenly grabbed the poor, struggling hand, pulled it back, and pressed it against the back of the door.

"A powerful, a mighty ruler."

"Ugh—!!"

This was the master's dissatisfaction with his little tricks. Asher almost burst into tears, his body suddenly leaning forward, his head nearly hitting the door.

At this moment, her legs finally gave way, and she staggered forward, feeling so weak that she was about to fall.

Fortunately, a pair of hands supported him, preventing him from kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state.

"Hold on tight."

The powerful ruler didn't explain why he wouldn't let him lock the door; he simply grabbed his hand and placed it on the door again, the meaning of which was quite clear.

Ashel had no choice but to comply, his hands falling back onto the door, cold and sharp, just like the almost commanding words of the lord that had struck his heart, both cold and bitter.

Ashel swallowed the soft moan that was about to come out of his mouth.

He thought, "If only the male ruler would kiss me."