The two generals faced off on the spot, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Ulysses's lowered pink eyes lifted slightly, and he said without any politeness:

“Protecting every male insect is what every female insect should do. The author of this book has never met any male insects. His work can only be written based on imagination, which is a slander against male insects, and we should resist it with all our might.”

Ulysses remained unyielding.

The other general touched his nose, speechless in the face of Ulysses's words, because he had never read the book.

These words were only spoken at the behest of his deputy.

The general glanced down at the personal terminal, then looked up and said:

"How can you be so sure that the author of this book has never seen Your Excellency the Male Insect? That's far too arbitrary."

Odysseus raised his hand, and on his ring finger was a pink diamond ring with a floral design, worn on his white, well-fitting combat glove.

The enormous oval pink diamond ring is as clear and bright as the eyes of Olympus, and as enormous as those eyes.

"I am already married. I have probably spent more time with the male insect than any of you here today."

I know exactly what the male insect is like. At least, he's definitely not like the one described in that novel.

Another general got anxious when he heard this. Who was this guy looking down on?

Who can't apply to marry the male insect? He just doesn't have the time!

Otherwise, given his military achievements and contributions, he would have his own male insect lord.

He retorted:

"It's none of your business if you're like a dog trying to catch a mouse. Every male insect has a different personality. How could you possibly understand the personality of every male insect?"

Ulysses wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth and ultimately didn't say anything.

Finally, the old marshal coughed twice:

"Alright, that's enough for the meeting. Let's not talk about irrelevant things. Welcoming the new recruits into the legion is the most important thing for you now."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the meeting adjourned.

Freville Star.

Inside the dormitory at the residence.

Bart patted his cheeks; he had been holding his breath and almost cried.

If this book were to disappear because of his words, then he would be a sinner! He would have personally ruined Lord Liao Sha!

The nerve-wracking meeting ended, and Ulysses' words left the female soldiers on high alert. Fearing the book might actually be reported, they hurriedly spread the word, distributing the book "The Innocent Landlord Meets the Tenant."

—I just had a meeting and saw a book that I'd like to recommend to you. It's really good!

—What? You don't want to read it? You know this book almost got lost? If you don't read it now, it'll be too late!

—Did Bart from Freville embarrass himself at the meeting?

—You've heard about it too? But that's understandable, since he's in love with Lord Liao Sha.

—Who is Lord Liao Sha? I've never heard of him before. Is he a lead actor in a tokusatsu (special effects) film?

—No, no, no, he is the protagonist of a novel.

Thanks to the deliberate spread of the word, most of the female soldiers in the Fifth Guardian Legion now know about a book that is sure to get their blood pumping.

One night passed.

On the garbage planet C1672.

Han Ling, who had slept all night, opened her sleepy eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a jolt.

What a shocking scene! He swallowed hard.

Roderick had just finished showering and stepped out of the bathroom.

The blinding light from the star shone through the window and onto Roderick.

The light became hazy, like a mirage.

Roderick used his rose-colored fingertips to press down his disheveled hair, combing back the silver strands to reveal his handsome features.

His eyes were a clean, dark gray, and normally appeared normal. In the sunlight, hidden behind his eyelashes, they appeared more grayish.

Neat sideburns, deep red lips, and smooth, silky skin.

A well-developed chest, a slender waist, and curves hidden beneath a bath towel.

Han Ling stared for a long time, unable to utter a word. An endless longing welled up from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to release his desires, but he could only stand there blankly.

Seemingly noticing Han Ling's gaze, Roderick frowned, grabbed the towel from his waist, and threw it at Han Ling.

"Here you go, I only used your bath towel for a moment, do you have to look at me like that? Like you want to eat me up."

A beautiful misunderstanding.

A bath towel covered Han Ling's face, and Han Ling, like a pervert, deeply inhaled Roderick's scent.

He felt that if he continued living with Roderick, he would really become a pervert.

Once desires arise, they cannot be eradicated.

The sound of someone getting dressed was all I could hear.

Han Ling didn't dare lift the towel to look; he hid inside, imagining how Roderick wore the white combat suit.

After a while, Roderick changed his clothes and walked over to Han Ling, personally lifting the bath towel off his body.

He looked down at the mentally impaired Han Ling:

"What's wrong with you, you poor wretch? Have you gone mad from hunger?"

Han Ling nodded stiffly.

Roderick took a packet of energy supplements from his waist bag, drank half of it, and handed it to Han Ling.

"Eat."

Recently, Roderick has entered a period of pheromone release.

He was constantly in a state of discomfort.

Damp, sticky, and brimming with eroticism—that's how female insects feel during pheromone-fueled bursts of activity.

He felt groggy all day and felt terrible when he woke up in the morning, so he quickly took a shower.

He looked at his roommate and smoothed his wet hair back:

"My condition didn't affect you, did it? Do sub-females also have pheromone burst periods?"

Han Ling was currently very hot-tempered, and his hoarse voice sounded like he had eaten ten pounds of chili peppers.

"Yeah, it has some impact, but it's okay. My pheromone burst period happens to be around these few days."

Roderick chuckled softly:

"It's good that it didn't affect anything. I need to go back to sleep."

Roderick dried his hair and then lay back down against the wall.

Within a few minutes, his breathing became very even.

Han Ling squatted in the corner, unable to calm down for a long time.

The system whispered in his ear:

[Host, please move out of the hotel as soon as possible after today. Your pheromone threshold with Roderick has reached a critical point. You didn't have this much emotional reaction when you watched Roderick take a shower before.]

Han Ling ignored him and whispered:

"Let me check today's novel subscriptions first. How many people have subscribed today?"

He turned on his personal computer, and a screen popped up.

When Han Ling opened the literature column, he was stunned. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands—just how many subscribers were there?

His heart was pounding with excitement; this book was going to be a hit!

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The innocent landlord meets the tenant.

Number of characters: 6678

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Han Ling counted them; there were a total of 120,000 subscribers. He could earn 0.1 credit points for each subscriber, and yesterday alone, he earned 12,000 credit points!

Moreover, look at the reviews for his books: 130,000 paragraph and chapter comments. The number of words in the reader comments exceeds the number of words in his novels!

Han Ling was instantly energized, as if he had been injected with adrenaline. As long as he could maintain this subscription rate and earn over ten thousand yuan a day, he would soon be able to cure all his ailments!

Han Ling stretched his wrists, opened the document, and prepared to continue updating Chapter 4.

But just then, a message from a friend popped up and caught his attention.

Flo Literature Publishing House: Hello, Swallowing Wind and Kissing Rain, I am an editor from Flo Publishing House. Would it be convenient for us to add each other as friends and chat?