“Are you not going home?”

On the starship, Kǎngnà looked at the destination set by Jiālèrt with a puzzled frown.

“We’re going back to the Xióngzhǔ. I had Lái’ēn book a couple’s hotel; we’re staying out tonight.”

Jiālèrt was busy editing a post for the star network, giving a simple reply before lowering his head to type again.

Kǎngnà, feeling a bit irritated, ran his fingers through his hair.

A couple’s hotel?

Sharing a bed with Jiālèrt was already pushing his limits!

There was no way he could have sex; just seeing Jiālèrt made him feel physically nauseous.

He had a bit of a cleanliness obsession when it came to relationships and had never shared a partner with another xióngchóng!

But after thinking for a long time, Kǎngnà couldn’t come up with a good way to refuse, so he just lowered his head and scrolled through his smart brain.

Unexpectedly, in just a short while, Jiālèrt’s star network account had already been updated.

[In the seventh year of marriage, forever loyal to my Xióngzhǔ]

Loyal? Jiālèrt really was lying without a script.

Oh wait, according to the usual style of the chǐngchóng, this post probably wasn’t written by him at all but edited by Lái’ēn.

Kǎngnà felt so sick from this particularly eye-catching update that he almost vomited out the braised pigeon he had just eaten. Looking at the comments below the post, filled with “I ship this,” “So sweet, so sweet,” and “Isn’t this just like a drama?” Kǎngnà really wanted to say that according to the original plot, he would be poisoned by this so-called forever loyal Xióngzhǔ next month.

You guys are shipping a CP that’s about to have a bad ending!

Holding back his nausea, Kǎngnà clicked a like and quickly closed the post. He was afraid that if he looked for another second, he would really throw up right there.

The food at Zhēnxiǎngyuàn was expensive; he couldn’t waste it!

Returning to the star network homepage, just as Kǎngnà was about to close his smart brain, he was drawn in by the trending topic at number one.

[Pet Live Streaming Festival surprises, first place breaks historical points record!]

Kǎngnà glanced at the time; it was already nine o’clock in the evening, and the Pet Live Streaming Festival had ended an hour ago. Worried about being discovered by Jiālèrt, Lǎolā had not sent him any messages, so Kǎngnà still didn’t know what place he was in, nor did he know which streamer had come in first.

He wasn’t surprised by the upset in the competition; after all, if it weren’t for Sūshān suddenly collapsing, he would have definitely taken first place in the Pet Live Streaming Festival. But besides Sūshān, which other streamer had the strength to break the historical points record?

You have to know that before this, Sūshān had won the championship for three consecutive years at the Pet Live Streaming Festival, and last year she even broke the record with a terrifying score of 3 billion.

This was unreasonable!

Kǎngnà felt like a little cat was gently scratching at his heart, both numb and itchy. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn’t help but click on the trending topic.

After all, it was number one on the trending list; it was normal to take a quick look. Jiālèrt couldn’t possibly suspect him because of this.

The next moment, Kǎngnà was stunned.

On the trophy for first place, his own face was prominently displayed, alongside a screenshot showing 4.9 billion points.

This shouldn’t be! Although he was ranked second when he left, Lǎolā had been slacking for four hours, and most of the viewers had probably left by then. How could he possibly be in first place and have such a high score?

Could it be that Lǎolā was the legendary live streaming prodigy?

Before Kǎngnà could figure it out, the chǐngchóng sitting next to him had already leaned over.

“Xióngzhǔ, what are you looking at?”

Kǎngnà hurriedly clicked on the post Jiālèrt had sent: “Nothing much, just liking your post.”

Jiālèrt hesitated for a moment but still explained, “Xióngzhǔ, the third prince…”

“I understand, just friends, like with the first prince.” Kǎngnà smiled sincerely, showing no signs of anger at all. “You’re a general, and in the future, you’ll be the commander of the insect race. It’s essential to have connections with the royal family; befriending the first and third princes will be beneficial for your future.”

As Kǎngnà spoke, he secretly cursed himself in his heart.

If in his past life he had seen Jiālèrt dining with the third prince, he might have really believed they had a purely cooperative relationship.

Being love-struck is really not good!

Jiālèrt didn’t expect his Xióngzhǔ to be so understanding, showing no signs of anger at all.

He unconsciously bit his lip; the strange emotions he felt during dinner seemed to have intensified, as if his heart was stuffed with a lemon, both sour and bitter, and a bit suffocating.

Jiālèrt carefully observed Kǎngnà’s expression, and the more he looked, the more he felt that Kǎngnà really didn’t care, didn’t care about his relationship with the third prince, and even less about what the third prince had said.

The xióngchóng’s attitude made him a bit anxious.

“Yes, it’s all work-related; you don’t need to worry so much. You will always be Jiālèrt’s Xióngzhǔ.”

Jiālèrt’s voice was firm, not knowing if he was saying it for Kǎngnà or to comfort himself.

Kǎngnà snorted coldly in his heart.

Not worry?

If he didn’t start worrying, he would be poisoned to death!

Thinking of this, Kǎngnà subtly changed the subject: “By the way, are you going on any missions recently?”

In his past life, Jiālèrt had briefly gone on a three-day mission before the marshal’s conferment ceremony. He had already thought it through; if Jiālèrt went on a mission like last time, he would take the opportunity to slip away to the Ant Star.

“I’m not going on any missions.” The chǐngchóng’s golden eyes rarely showed a hint of a smile as he looked gently at the xióngzǐ beside him. “Although there hasn’t been an official announcement yet, it’s basically confirmed that the marshal’s conferment ceremony will be on September 16th, and I won’t be going on any missions before that.”

Kǎngnà was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Not going on any missions?

Not going on any missions before the marshal’s conferment ceremony?

Was this moral decay or a distortion of insect nature? Why was the heavens treating him this way!

Kǎngnà wanted to cry but had no tears, struggling desperately: “Really not going on any missions? If you have military duties, go ahead and take care of them; it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Looking at the xióngchóng’s incredulous face, the military chǐngchóng’s smile deepened.

Clearly very happy, yet still trying to act generous; how could his Xióngzhǔ be so considerate!

Jiālèrt couldn’t help but lean in closer, gently holding Kǎngnà’s hand and kissing it: “Xióngzhǔ, don’t worry, Jiālèrt really doesn’t have any missions. I can be with you for the next half month.”

Kǎngnà: …

Please, go back to work; he really didn’t need it! Ahhh!

• The starship sped along and finally landed in front of the most luxurious hotel in the capital.

The elegantly dressed, beautiful chǐngchóng at the front desk saw the handsome Kǎngnà and her eyes sparkled. Just as she was about to come over to flirt, Jiālèrt shot her a sharp glance, causing her to immediately retreat, obediently returning to the front desk without daring to say a word.

Jiālèrt opened the reservation QR code, his voice cold: “Check us in.”

“Okay, no problem.” The chǐngchóng at the front desk scanned the code nervously and handed the room card to Jiālèrt, not even noticing that their hotel offered a full range of services specifically for xióngzǐ.

A hint of gentle amusement flashed in Jiālèrt’s eyes as he gently held the xióngchóng’s hand: “Xióngzhǔ, let’s go upstairs.”

When it came to spending money on Kǎngnà, Jiālèrt was definitely generous, booking a meal at the Zhēnxiǎngyuàn for 5,000 per insect and reserving the best luxury suite at the capital’s finest hotel.

In the living room, a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the night view of the capital, and the wine cabinet was stocked with fine wines from various star regions, available for guests to enjoy for free. Further inside, the fifty-square-meter bedroom had a pink round bed in the center, large enough for seven or eight Kǎngnàs to roll around freely.

Hanging by the head of the bed were a pair of silver handcuffs, and next to them stood two racks neatly arranged with the latest insect star toys and various punishment tools. No matter what kind of play the xióngchóng liked, they could find the right props.

Jiālèrt guided Kǎngnà to sit by the bed, kneeling on one knee, and skillfully helped the xióngchóng take off his leather shoes.

Kǎngnà felt a tingle run down his spine from the chǐngchóng’s actions and couldn’t help but struggle: “I can do it myself.”

The chǐngchóng gently but firmly pressed down on Kǎngnà’s struggling leg: “I’ll do it; Jiālèrt hasn’t served you in a long time.”

As he spoke, he placed Kǎngnà’s foot on his knee, pulled over a fluffy pair of slippers, and carefully slipped Kǎngnà’s foot into them.

Looking at the xióngchóng’s delicate and fair ankle, Jiālèrt’s heart raced. He suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed that beautiful ankle.

Kǎngnà’s body was covered in goosebumps, his mind going blank, and he instinctively kicked Jiālèrt hard in the chest.