Chapter 34 Sleeping in Each Other's Arms: A Particularly Reassuring Hug
Hillland certainly knew what kind of place it was.
It was hot and humid, with a faint, thick yet slightly bitter bamboo scent.
Within a few short breaths, Hillan could no longer resist and kissed the female insect sitting on his lap.
Seemingly accustomed to intimacy, the cumbersome outer garments fell to the ground like fallen petals, the soft fabric piling up in a heap. Sersia naturally removed her clothes during the kiss and kissed Hillan deeply.
Everything unfolded naturally. Sersia's desire for intimacy grew stronger, and she subconsciously sought out sources of security, gradually engulfing and tightening her grip.
Hillan's entire body was flushed red, and her hands, when she came out, had clear silver threads on them.
The female insect's initiative was unimaginable. Hillan knew that Sersia's dependence had not completely disappeared, so he fulfilled all sorts of her requests.
The spaceship remained outside for a long time. Hillan was so overwhelmed by the fever that he didn't even think about going home to deal with it. When he saw the marks on Sersia's body, he wrapped the female insect in his spare clothes.
"There's really no way around it, my mind is completely blank, I've been acting recklessly for hours."
Hillland wiped away the remaining residue from Sersia, then gently kissed his forehead, finally lingering on his lips, sending pheromones to soothe him.
"We should go to sleep now. We can eat a little more tonight, then go to sleep, baby."
Sersia felt like he was being treated like a bug cub. He remained quiet, but then noticed that Hillan stopped moving and began to look at him intently, resting his chin on his hand.
Sersia was somewhat confused about what the humans were doing and waited for Hillland's next move, but then she saw Hillland suddenly smile and gently pat Sersia's head.
"Baby is a particularly well-behaved female insect."
His eyes sparkled as he reached out and pulled Sersia up.
For a moment, Cecilia felt like he was the same person he was at the beginning, just obediently following the other person without thinking.
Hillland's palms were hot, but his pheromones were even hotter, so hot that he easily broke into a sweat, his whole body turning bright red and unable to cool down, forced to sweat and pant, and he and Hillland became immersed in this state.
Hillland deliberately slowed her pace and walked slowly back to the villa with the other person.
He led him all the way to the bathroom, blinked, and
"Baby, go take a bath by yourself first, it will make you feel more comfortable. I'll go get you some clothes. I'll go prepare some simple noodles now, and we'll rest early tonight."
You really need to go to bed early!
Hillland did the math and realized he hadn't gone to bed early for two weeks and was starting to miss the feeling of getting a good night's sleep.
Sersia said okay, wrapped herself in her clothes, and opened the bathroom door. A moment later, the sound of water could be heard.
Hillland quickly washed his hands, went to get clothes for Sersia, and then cooked a pot of delicious noodles for dinner.
Once Sersia comes out, it's time to eat. While Hillan is simmering the sauce over low heat, he carefully puts away the gift Sersia gave him and places it in a safe place.
Such things should be kept as offerings! If they get scratched, the loss could be several hundred to several thousand RMB.
When Hillland heard the timer go off, he grabbed the clothes he had already found and went to the bathroom. When he returned to the kitchen, he picked up the pot and poured the broth he had prepared onto the noodles he was cooking.
"OK, we can eat when Sersia comes out."
Hillland was very happy and arranged all the tableware neatly.
99. One of the systems was bored, so it kept following Hillland and saw that after he finished preparing dinner, he turned on the temperature control system in the kitchen to keep the food from getting cold.
"Biscuit, could you please turn on the cleaning function?"
The little robot butler came over on its wheels, extending many tool arms from its storage compartment, and cleaned the kitchen spotless.
99 began to feel curious, "How can such a small robot produce so many robotic arms?"
Hillland was sitting at the dining table taking a break from playing with her personal computer when she heard this. She blinked and said, "When I was choosing, I mainly selected the home cleaning function."
She is a little robot whose personality is designed to be very gentle.
99 made a few "oh" sounds, then shyly floated to Hillan's side, "Host, I can still see you when you're not blocked by the censorship command, but the villains lately seem very different."
Especially when he told Hillland he was like a puppy.
Hillland put down the personal terminal, and the burning sensation that had subsided couldn't help but return.
“They’re all the same,” Hillland said, resting his chin on his hand and slowly poking at the noodles in front of him with his fork. “Cersia is still just as innocent as ever, it’s just that he knows how to tease me now.”
I've seen through it all. ^^
Before 99 could ask anything else, Hillland smiled, his face becoming childlike and well-behaved, giving him a youthful look. "Puppies are just so cute. What's wrong with being a puppy to your wife?"
Sersia would be the kind of adorable bug who's both adorable and sculpted at the same time.
Although Hillan was still a little shy.
After all, humans can't be as cute and natural as real puppies, and no matter how hard they try, they can't fake it.
Thinking about it, footsteps came from the bathroom where Sersia was taking a bath. 99, afraid of disturbing their flirting, patted his butt and ran away, leaving only Hillan sitting in the chair, staring blankly over.
Sersia sat down next to him, and Hillan then realized what was happening and used a fork to mix the noodles.
"It tastes good when mixed well. You can try it, but be careful of oil splattering."
After thinking for a moment, Hillland put a layer of oil-proof paper on his wife. Sersia waited for him to finish before starting to eat the noodles. Humans are really good at cooking. He just tasted the flavor and thought it was delicious.
"That's fine."
Sersia said "okay" very seriously. He was raised with strict manners and was very polite about everything he ate. He didn't get any oil splattered on himself during the entire meal.
Hillland was rather casual; the oil-proof paper he used had absorbed several oil spots, and if it hadn't been separated, his clothes would have gotten dirty.
Hillan was eating happily when he noticed Sersia looking at him. He glanced at her casually and saw the not-so-clean oil stains on his clothes.
!!
I'm starting to feel awkward!
Hillland couldn't help but slowly sit up straight, casually tearing off the paper from his body and replacing it with another, his eating manner becoming more refined.
You still need to pay attention to your image, otherwise what if your wife laughs at you?
Sersia saw through all these subtle human movements. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but he suppressed it, as if he hadn't seen anything.
The meal was eaten quietly. When Hillland finished eating, she took the plates to the kitchen. Biscuit would put all the dishes and utensils in the dishwasher to wash and sterilize them, so there was no need to worry about these trivial matters.
Looking refreshed, Hillan ripped off the unstained greaseproof paper from her neck and threw it into the trash can. She winked at Sersia, who was still eating, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. You can wait for me in bed."
Seemingly afraid that he hadn't expressed himself clearly enough, Hillland said very earnestly, even somewhat shyly, as if wagging his tail at the female insect, "I want to hold you while I sleep."
Very well-behaved.
Sersia nodded and said okay, then saw the human happily carrying clothes into the bathroom.
The bedroom has a new four-piece bedding set, which still has a faint fragrance. Going up there feels like sinking into a cloud.
Perhaps because he was relaxed, the pheromones in Sersia's body that had not been absorbed acted as a catalyst, slowly making him feel sleepy.
When Hillan returned, the female insect on the bed was sitting reading a book. When she saw him, she closed the book and put it aside.
Hillland secretly sniffed himself and smelled a very fresh and clean shower gel scent, mixed with a faint gardenia fragrance. Overall, it smelled very nice.
The human slowly climbed onto the bed, and just as he was about to get close to the female insect, Hillan mischievously sped up and pressed himself against Sersia's chest.
Sersia was somewhat surprised by his exuberance, but she still felt a pang of tenderness and reached out to touch Hillan's hair.
Hillland nuzzled him with her soft cheek, her voice muffled, "Baby, why don't you welcome me into your bed?"
He raised his face, his lips curving into a smug smile, innocent and pure. The lamplight cast an exceptionally soft glow on Hillland's face, making him look very energetic.
"Is the male lord coming into my bed now?"
Sersia lifted the covers of Hillan's usual sleeping spot, looked down at him with a smile, and couldn't help but pinch his cheek because she was so charmed by the human.
Perhaps the more you get to know him, the clearer it becomes that Hillland is a human with no temper at all, easy to amuse, easy to please, and even easy to bully.
At least in front of him, she is innocent yet mature, occasionally reckless, but also composed.
It's very special.
Hillland felt his cheeks being gently pinched twice. He looked at Sersia, whose snow-white hair fell naturally. Her naturally beautiful face carried a hint of coldness and aloofness, but it seemed that all the emotions in her eyes had been dissolved, leaving only an indescribable tenderness and slowness.
Hillland's eyes trembled, and she suddenly became shy.
He lowered his head and asked very obediently and in a very soft voice.
"Can I put my face on your stomach?"
It's just simple pasting.
For some reason, Hillland really wanted to do this.
Sersia was taken aback, not expecting Hillland to ask such a question. After all, in his eyes, this was simply a matter of whether the other party was willing to do it or not, and he would have agreed to it.
But if Hillan asks first...
Sersia curled her fingertips and gently stroked the human face, her voice soft.
"OK."
Hillan raised his hand and placed it on Sersia's stomach, slowly lowering his cheeks.
The skin underneath is very soft, and when relaxed, it feels like a soft marshmallow. You can almost hear a faint heartbeat, very subtle.
Hillland seemed to recall a scar there, so he gently kissed it through the fabric.
He raised his hand and touched the spot he had kissed, clearly feeling a gentle pulse there.
"It's wonderful."
Hillan's heart suddenly melted. He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and looked up at the stunned female insect.
“I’m talking about Sersia’s existence.”
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Author's note: I've figured out what to write in my next book.
I Have a Thirty-Six-Year-Old Dog
[Suddenly craving an older man/younger man bottom, pure love, neutral, mutual pampering, 1v1, both are virgins]
Third-person perspective in the main text
24×36
I have a dog that I've had for six years.
His name is Song Congxue, he is 36 years old this year. I met him when I was 18. After that birthday party, I picked up Song Congxue from the roadside when he was in a low point in his life.
He was huddled in the shadows of a street corner, his face bearing a clear handprint. Stacks of documents were scattered on the ground. His handsome, mature face was streaked with tears. When he saw me, he simply lowered his eyes in silence and timidity, almost disappearing into the darkness.
I had never met a man like this before, so I rolled down the car window and asked him, with a wicked grin, if he wanted to be my dog.
He agreed.
So I got a 30-year-old dog.
But he clearly didn't know how to be a dog, so I taught him how to wag his tail at me, how to please me, and how to ask for affection. He learned very well, and I was very satisfied, so we continued to live like that.
Six years have passed, and as he looks at me, his eyes have gradually become filled with indescribable emotions.
He felt he was getting old, and his tail wagging at me slowed down. He started to watch my expression with trepidation, thinking that this six-year-long financial transaction would soon come to an end because of his aging and fading beauty.
But no,
He will always be my dog.
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A handsome, wealthy young man with a carefree and unruly personality who can't distinguish between love and lust (top) × A mature and stable older man with self-destructive tendencies and a sense of brokenness (bottom)
[Reading Guide]
1. A pure love story of mutual pampering between two virgins in 1v1. The seme has a slightly twisted personality. Although he calls his wife to be his dog, he is actually the dog. He doesn't think the uke is old or ugly.
2. The protagonist is very handsome, the kind of man who has fallen from grace but risen to power, with a mature, elegant, and composed demeanor.
3. The couple is locked in a relationship that will not be broken up or reversed. There will be no special treatment or favoritism towards either side. I will only diligently write about the couple. Breaking up or reversing the relationship is prohibited. It is also prohibited to use derogatory terms for the top and the bottom, especially the bottom. If you use derogatory terms for him, I will delete the comments.
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