Chapter 104

Toto stood outside the door, and His Excellency Fei said he needed to prepare in advance, trying to leave him alone in the wedding living room.

What should we prepare?

Toto couldn't help but ask aloud, and in the otherwise empty living room, his voice was clear and distinct.

When you stopped and slowly turned around, your expression was somewhat troubled, an expression that rarely appeared on your face. You were almost synonymous with reliability, so that expression that even you couldn't quite grasp was all the more touching.

After a moment, he calmed down, removed the gem from his pinky finger, and said in a refined, deep voice, "Some necessary preparations. Would you like to see them?"

He glanced up at Toto with a faint smile, and this time Toto blushed. Feeling embarrassed, he didn't ask what the preparations were, nor did he press the matter further. Confused and stammering, he said, "Uh... I remember, I remember, it seems like I need to reply to a video call, uh... I'll go reply to the message first."

Toto walked too fast and didn't notice the expression on Your Excellency's face as you secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but your eyes weren't completely relaxed; there was also an indescribable regret in them.

Fei rubbed his temples, touched the auxiliary tools in his pocket, his eyes alternating between hesitation and determination. He glanced in the direction Toregia had left, but ultimately did not say anything to stop him. Then he pushed open the door to the bathroom.

With a click.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Toto did have some news to reply to, one of which came from Professor Arnold. The professor didn't like weddings, so he left after seeing him and Your Excellency exchange vows.

Toto felt a little disappointed that he didn't get to speak with the professor, and he also wanted to ask if the professor was feeling unwell.

He made a video call, but his mind was still on the sounds coming from the bathroom, and his calves were shaking involuntarily.

After the beep, the video call was connected.

The professor, his expression aloof, sat in his office. He saw Toto, then glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked with surprise, "It's over?"

That meaningful expression was definitely not serious. Toto coughed, his head steaming, feeling embarrassed and flustered, with a nervousness he himself didn't realize: "Of course not... I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright."

Professor Arnold frowned: "On their wedding night?"

Toto: "Uh..."

Professor Arnold asked thoughtfully, "Are you trying to avoid the Commander?"

Toto quickly shook his head: "Of course not!"

Professor Arnold looked at him silently, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "You're nervous."

Toto: "..."

No.

His throat felt a little dry. Professor Arnold stared at him intently, seemingly deep in thought. Slowly, he leaned back and tapped his fingers on the table: "You know, the higher the level of the female insect, the better its physical attributes, making it much more effective in combat."

Toto nodded hesitantly, unsure of what the professor wanted to say.

Professor Arnold picked up his glass and took a sip of water: "But in sexual relations, the higher the rank of the female insect and the stronger her body, the more prepared she needs to be to accept it."

Toto paused, then his voice became very soft: "And then?"

Professor Arnold stared straight at him, and after a moment, he interlocked his fingers and leaned closer to the screen: "If you absolutely must seek my advice on your wedding night, I think you could go to the bathroom and help out."

Toto abruptly ended the video call. No, he didn't avoid the Commander, did he? The professor's words made it seem like he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of marriage, but he knew himself very well. He wanted to build a family with the Commander and live with the Commander.

Toto rubbed his cheeks, remembering the professor's words, and walked resolutely to the door of the washroom.

The lifespan of the higher Zerg races often spans several centuries.

Fei's memories of his youth are very distant. He vaguely remembers the helplessness, impulsiveness, fragility, fear, and arrogance of his youth. Those negative emotions have long since disappeared in the river of time.

He once thought that marriage and family were like flowers adorning a crown, readily available yet fragile and cheap.

He had considered having the "Flash Butterfly" technology in the capital produce offspring for him, and his noble marriage partner would surely be happy to make things easier.

Fei had thought about many things, but she never hoped that she would actually give her heart.

While he was lost in thought, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door, and the young, composed voice of the male insect came from outside: "Sir... do you need my help?"

Fei glanced at the doorway. His wedding attire was neatly folded on the chair—jacket, trousers, tie. He looked up at the mirror, and in the mirror, the female insect, dressed only in a crisp white shirt, was also looking at him.

His azure eyes were moist, his loose brown hair fell across his brows, and he was refined, aloof, with a slight furrow in his brow.

Keep reading...

The female insect turned her head and stared at the door. After a moment, she exhaled softly, as if mocking her own stubbornness and inexplicable sense of dignity.

The bathroom door clicked open, and Toto first saw bare feet, from the ankles up to the smooth lines of the calves, and then, cough cough cough cough.

Torregia had never seen such a man before. He remained calm, making his not-so-broad and sturdy chest appear incredibly reliable: "Need any help?" Toto asked.

Your Excellency looked at him quietly, with an expression that was somewhat different from your usual indifferent demeanor.

Toto thought Your Excellency was very calm, but after looking closely for a while, he noticed that Your Excellency's expression was calm but with a hint of unease. You were secretly turning to the side, and the ears hidden under your blond hair were strangely turning red.

Toto seemed to understand. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the gentleman's waist. The slender yet supple touch felt like warm silk.

It moves easily when you push it in gently.

Toto entered the washroom and gently closed the door.

With a click of the door lock, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Under the bright light, the outline of the figure's clothes gradually faded, revealing beautiful body lines that overlapped subtly.

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