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Fanlan's life was not always harmonious, friendly and happy.

Sometimes it can be said that the opposite is true, for example, when Narcissus had not yet left the capital planet.

Vanlan met Narcissus when he was twelve years old, and Narcissus was about ten years older than him.

Ever since he discovered that Fanlan, the little male insect, was very interesting, Narcissus began to pay some attention to the adopted son of the Chirasos family, and their contacts naturally increased. Fanlan knew why Narcissus liked him, why he was so interested in some of his "deviant" behaviors, why he was willing to play the role of a considerate elder, and why he was always happy to invite him to his home for afternoon tea to satisfy his little hobbies that were not at all "male insect-like".

Because Narcissus is also an outlier among male insects. His soul is so hot, hot and powerful, enough to burn away all the shackles imposed on him. He yearns for everything outside the prosperous cage, and is always reaching out and grasping.

So Vanlan also likes Narcissus.

Vanlan likes all things hot and tough.

But this does not mean that Fanlan would like the overly strong desire for control in Narcissus's character.

Even though it is always wrapped in tenderness and honey.

It was not noticeable in the first few years, but as Fanlan grew older, from a little kid to a handsome young man, and then to seventeen or eighteen years old, the child who could still be touched on the head by Narcissus back then had grown to be as tall as him, the baby fat on his face had faded, and his eyebrows and eyes had become sharp.

So it attracted too much attention.

Vanlan could handle some of these gazes properly, but for the part that he couldn't handle properly, he had the "kindness" of friends like Lester to help him deal with it.

However, Fanlan gradually noticed some disharmony.

Some coping styles are too un-female.

Lester's way of dealing with these people is simple, rough and efficient. He just makes sure that the other party will not have the chance to appear in front of Fanlan again. He is like a lazy dragon guarding his own gem. If anyone comes to spy on him, he will sweep away the dirty things that are in his eyes like brushing away dust, ensuring that the area where Fanlan is located remains clean and bright, making him feel comfortable and making Fanlan feel at ease.

Under such circumstances, Fanlan accidentally realized that the fate of some suitors... No, perhaps it cannot be called fate, it can probably be described as subsequent development - their subsequent development is like a landslide, seemingly rolling towards an ominous abyss, even though they all have quite good conditions, and some are even gifted by heaven.

This is not Leicester's style.

Lester never gave even a little bit of his attention to insignificant bugs.

This would not be the style of insects like Eliworth or Nolan Yang. Most of them were of the type to forget what they had done. Few of Fanlan's friends would be so obsessed with crushing an ant to death. It couldn't even be called crushing. The hand hidden behind the back was like a spreading spider web, silently binding the prey that crawled by, slowly tightening and wrapping around it until the prey was suffocated and could not move.

The first example discovered by Fanlan was a female insect who had confessed to him many times but was rejected many times, so she was a little excited and hugged him in a corner of the banquet. Fanlan remembered that the female insect was called Mo Lin. At that time, Mo Lin hugged Fanlan and expressed his surging love bitterly. His face was pressed against Fanlan's neck, with a painful and obsessed expression.

The next second, Nuolan Yang, who happened to be not far away, kicked him away and ordered the security guards to escort him out.

Nuolan Yang cursed at Fan Lan with a gloomy face, but Fan Lan didn't care much. Instead, she stuffed a cupcake into Nuolan Yang's mouth and continued to eat snacks. Narcissus came over from nowhere, put down the wine glass in his hand, with a gentle smile on his lips, and slid his slender fingers over Fan Lan's neck to help him carefully tidy up his messed collar.

"Brother Xixi." Fanlan greeted him and tilted his head to allow for the other person's movements.

Narcissus adjusted his collar and said with a smile, "You are being taken advantage of, our Alan."

Fan Lan was somewhat helpless: "He is too excited."

"Well, excitement is not a good emotion."

Nuolan Yang found an opportunity to slip away at some point - he was always inexplicably afraid of Narcissus, or perhaps as a female who was used to being in a superior and active position, he rarely encountered the opposite sex who was superior in social status and aura, so he usually would not take the initiative to deal with him.

Then Fanlan continued to chat with Narcissus until the end of the banquet.

The next time I saw Maureen was in an underground bar.

The so-called underground bars do not refer to some informal places, but the management is relatively loose, and the composition of the insects coming and going is relatively complex. Over time, these bars are more diverse than ordinary bars in terms of entertainment items and business scope. In the Zerg, out of respect and protection for male insects, all ordinary bars open to both sexes have strict admission management systems, which must at least ensure the safety of male insects and the harmlessness of female insects. So, if a bug like Catiliwen wants to have a drink, he can't just pick a bar and go in directly - this is a risky thing, and he often chooses an underground bar.

The underground bar has become a very relaxing and dissolute place, because there are rarely male customers who make the female insects feel that they need to pay attention to their manners and appearance, so the atmosphere always seems to be very lively.

Fanlan would occasionally go to such bars, dye her hair and put on makeup, to dress up as a female insect.

It was in such a place that he saw Maureen again after not seeing her for a long time.

The female insects didn't notice him. He was swaying his body to the music under the dim and flickering lights. His face was playful and confused. He seemed very happy, but also seemed to have drunk too much. He was holding a male insect by his side - a bartender. There were almost no male insect customers in underground bars, but underground bars that were run to a high standard often had male insects as "companions." Fanlan saw that he was already drunk and opened bottle after bottle of "liquid gold" under the guidance of his companion.

He looked very happy, with an exaggeratedly bright smile on his face, but from his endlessly smiling, lifeless eyes, Fanlan could easily sense the emptiness and giving up in them. He was giving up on himself and others.

Fanlan still remembers that he once said firmly and confidently, "I will inherit the Keslin family and I will give you the best life." Although he was a bit troublesome as a persistent pursuer at that time, objectively speaking, he could be described as ambitious and imposing.

The light in the eyes of this young man, whose eyes were once too scorching, now looked like an old candle that had burned down to a single spark in the dim light of the bar. The flame was being fueled by alcohol, but it would soon be completely burned out.

Fanlan paid for the juice and fried sausages and left quietly.

When the second and third examples of this happened, Fanlan noticed something was wrong.

It's not that he is so self-conscious that he thinks the fate of his insect may be related to himself, but you have to know that except for the rare love-brained ones in the Zerg, a high-level female insect who is often born with excellent conditions and a high ambition and can be said to have everything, the demise of such an insect is not so easy and common.

Nothing can happen more than three times.

So he paid close attention and quickly identified the culprit.

His gentle and amiable brother Sissi.

At this point, a conflict arose between Vanlan and Narcissus.

Because Narcissus would never really stop, even when he noticed that Fanlan was unhappy, he would always say, "Alan, my little painter, don't frown, forgive your brother... He won't do that next time."

Fanlan looked at Narcissus, who was leaning on the couch, looking at him with sad and affectionate eyes, and it was rare that he didn't smile.

Narcissus came over and squatted beside his knees. He raised his face, which was known as the pearl of the diplomatic world, and held Vanlan's hand hanging by his leg and shook it gently twice.

"Don't get angry about little things, okay?"

Fanlan couldn’t say for sure.

"If you can't control your behavior and manage your harmful desires, then I can only choose to take measures that I believe are appropriate and safe."

Narcissus looked at Fanlan with a cold expression, and the smile on his lips finally faded away.

He stood up, still holding Fanlan's hand, and walked out of the room and out of the house.

"Come with me."

They ended up in a basement.

The light in the basement was very dim, as if there were no bright lighting equipment installed intentionally. There was only a copper-yellow ceiling light. In the middle of the room was a luxurious leather sofa, with some "equipment" neatly stacked around it. On the wall were whips, chains, canes, etc. of different sizes.

Narcissus sat down on the sofa, his posture relaxed. His aura blended with the place, appearing harmonious and strange.

"Alan, come and sit down."

He patted his side, but Fanlan did not respond. He was still looking at the instruments that were familiar in form but something he had never seen since coming to this universe.

Narcissus thought he was interested and explained, "These are some manual torture instruments."

"You know, female insects are always self-righteous. Sometimes they can't recognize their own position."

“So I need to discipline them.”

"This is a small place where I discipline them so that they can have a correct understanding of themselves."

“So…” Narcissus stood up again, walked to a wall, and picked up something that looked like a bite-proof mask with a collar. He lifted up his long warm golden hair, put the collar on his slender neck, and covered the lower half of his face with a black mask. There was a “click” sound, which was the sound of the metal buckle tightening.

He put the chain connected to the collar into Fanlan's hand.

"Alan, you are right."

“I can’t control my desires.”

"But I give you power over me."

"You can control me."

"Instead of staying away from me."

“This is a sufficient safety measure.”

Fanlan looked down at the chain in his hand. It felt cold to the touch. The cold light of the metal gleamed in the dim light, like a wild beast lurking in the shadows.

He raised his eyes to look at the restrained male insect again. He still looked so beautiful and gorgeous, but because of the shackles around his neck, he seemed so fragile and harmless.

Their eyes met in silence.

Finally, Fanlan spoke.

"Cissy."

"You must be well aware that the desire for control... is like an addictive virus."

"I'm afraid you can't really stand the feeling of being controlled by others."

"But you want to make me addicted to controlling you by being controlled by you."

"You want me to be addicted to you."

"Am I right?"

“…”

No insects responded.

Fanlan reached out his hand, untied the shroud on Narcissus' mouth, and pressed his fingertips on the marks on the male insect's cheek that were scratched by the metal, and said softly:

"When I get used to controlling you, I can't stand losing control and will be easily controlled by you."

“Control and being controlled are always interchangeable.”

"Is that the truth?"

"That's awful, Cissy."

Narcissus looked at Vanlan's still calm face with an unclear expression.

The latter took out the repair agent he carried with him and applied some to Narcissus' neck - there was no injury, but the male insect's overly delicate skin was too easy to leave marks.

Narcissus still said nothing.

Fanlan folded up the equipment, put it back in place, turned around and left the basement.