Chapter 42 Do you even understand what it means to play games?!
Sersia's hand, resting on the human's head, slowly moved, gently stroking his dry, warm hair. Hillan was very innocent, but occasionally she would also show an irresistible attraction to insects.
His mature yet naive nature was very attractive to Hillan.
Sersia smiled and reached out to pinch Hillan's soft cheek. "You can hold me for as long as you want, my lord."
Hillland hugged his waist, feeling the warm, burning sensation under his palms, and in the end, he just stayed close to Sersia without saying a word.
Sersia held him quietly. Hillan suddenly felt sleepy in his arms. Her hand, which was on his waist, slowly stroked his back, faintly tracing the skin covering his wing pouch.
Sersia found it hard to resist, but she simply closed her eyes, slightly raised her chin, and gently rested it on Hillan's shoulder, leaning against him.
Hillland hugged her like that for a long time before nuzzling against Sersia. Luckily, the sofa was big enough. Hillland kissed the tip of Sersia's ear and said, "Let's just sleep on the sofa."
The sofa is big enough for both of them to sleep on.
During his junior and senior high school years, Hillland consciously considered what kind of romantic atmosphere he preferred. He often saw couples playing around at school; some were purely in love, while others were very casual. Some couples dated from the first year of junior high to the third year of senior high without breaking up, while others got caught by school leaders shortly after getting together.
One guy dated a girl a year below him for two years, but they were too shy to even hold hands. Another guy was always thinking about dating every girl in every class in his year.
Hillland didn't care much about these things, but he was also curious about why these people were together. How could they understand what liking someone meant at such a young age? How could they understand what a lifetime meant?
Hillland didn't understand, and couldn't figure it out, but he was certain that he liked pure love. He liked to squeeze on the sofa with the person he loved to watch movies or sleep. When it was cold, he would wrap himself in a thin blanket, and the warmth from the hug would be enough to cover him up.
He was really looking forward to this part.
Sersia heard this and said okay. He reached for a thin blanket from the side. The temperature on the main planet is about the same all year round. There is no winter or summer. The temperature is very comfortable. It only gets a little cold when it rains.
They hugged each other intimately, their hair almost completely intertwined, and slept in each other's arms until the next morning.
Sersia woke up early, but Hillan hadn't let go of him yet. Perhaps they were too used to each other's warmth and presence, and they clung to each other for hours without any discomfort.
Sersia was soft-hearted. He straightened up slightly, put the hand on his waist aside, and got up to make them breakfast.
Hillland remained in the embracing position, looking very well-behaved, her black hair rumpled into a messy clump in the sleeping area.
Sersia cooks meticulously, unlike Hillan who wears an apron and simply takes out the ingredients to start washing.
Hillan, not feeling the familiar warmth on the bed, groggily got up and habitually went to wash up first.
When he went out to find Sersia again, she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Hillland was still in her pajamas, her hair slightly disheveled, when she went to find Sersia. Seeing Sersias' tall and beautiful back, Hillland picked up a clean apron from the side and hugged Sersias from behind.
It had been more than a week since Sersia had last cooked for him, Hillan thought, resting her chin on his shoulder as she gently tied the back of his clothes.
Sersia knew it was him, but she wasn't startled. Instead, she calmly prepared the food and let him put an apron on her.
Hillland said softly,
“In my family, my dad usually cooks. My mom is often away from home and occasionally cooks at home. She doesn’t like to wear an apron because she cooks very quickly, but she still sometimes gets oil stains on her clothes without realizing it.”
Hillland tied a bow on his head, then hugged him, her voice tinged with a smile, "My dad always says he's useless, letting his wife work hard outside while he stays home taking care of the kids, playing games, and earning a little money. If his spatula gets stolen, he'll never forgive himself."
"However, my mom insisted on making fried rice for us, but she never remembered to put on an apron. He was afraid that my mom would get burned when she poured the oil. Every time she grabbed the spatula, my dad would coax her to put on an apron and sleeves to prevent her from getting burned or her clothes from getting smelly from the oil."
Hillland said a lot, then said shyly, "I have a wife now, and I can tie an apron for her too, but it's better if I do the cooking, because you're very tired from doing things."
Sersia couldn't help but smile.
"Your parents are very loving."
Hillland raised an eyebrow, untied the straps on his back with her fingertips, patted Sersia's lower back, and said with a smile, "We are too, so I'll do it. Put the apron on me."
His father once said that the best way to love someone is to do things for them naturally. If you need to consider or weigh things up, either don't do it, or don't be together.
Hillland initially disagreed, but now he thinks she's absolutely right.
After all, if you need to deliberate and consider something, it means that the matter is difficult or you don't think it's worth it. In addition, if you have to consider whether you can do it or not, it's tiring. You might as well focus your energy on loving yourself.
Sersia didn't expect that the apron would be taken off after only three seconds on him. Hillan naturally tied it around his body, and when he kissed her, there was a faint scent of gardenia.
"Take a nap on the sofa, baby. I'll cook some noodles, it'll take about twenty minutes. I'll wake you when it's ready."
Sersia was thus pushed out of the kitchen door.
He thought he had gotten used to Hillan's thoughtfulness and favoritism, but when he actually experienced it, he always felt his heart swell with emotion.
Sersia was speechless, her voice low and seemingly helpless, "Really..."
Hillland's love was as delicate as a light feather, yet when it fell, it felt heavy and difficult to dispel.
Sersia still didn't fight him for ownership of the spatula, and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.
After breakfast, Sersia still escorted Hillan back to the classroom.
The fully liberated human exuded a vibrant energy. As he stepped out of the hovercar, he hugged Sersia and said, "See you tonight!"
Sersia hummed in agreement, smiled, and said goodbye to him.
Hillland went to class. Since the tasks were not as tight and heavy as before, Hillland didn't wear her glasses anymore. Her eyes were bright and beautiful when she waved goodbye.
After he left, Sersia took out her personal terminal and checked the message that had just been sent to her.
The original plan has made progress. The location that the bug finally tracked down with an important clue is on Pino Star, and he still needs to go there a few times.
After replying to the other side that they were resting, Sersia cleared the record, calmly turned around, and prepared to equip the capture weapon first.
Hillland arrived at the classroom just then. Lippers had taken the day off; he was going to hang out with Sandley.
Hillland wasn't envious at all, because after his period of discipline ended, he could go to Pino Star with Sersia to open a research institute!
Now all that's left is to prepare for the practical training! After everything is completed, we just wait for the paperwork. Once the paperwork is done, the labor camp will be over, umm!
It's a very reasonable arrangement, and he has plenty of time, so he can do everything he wants during these times.
This morning's class was a boring physiology lesson, which Hillan had already thoroughly understood while studying medicine. So he continued sculpting the little figures of himself and Sersia that he hadn't finished during his free time.
The teachers turn a blind eye to this blatant daydreaming during class, since the male insects are already very grateful that they sit obediently in the classroom.
Haibi continued to bombard him with information, and Mouche planned to buy some inappropriate items for children to play with his female counterpart.
Hillland was still sculpting clay figures.
It's really not easy to sculpt a model like this. Hillland tried half of it and then slapped the strange-looking thing on the table onto Sersia.
Hillland: Look, look, it's the two of us.
Knowing that Sersia might not return so soon, he continued to knead. Halfway through, get out of class ended, and Hillland went to the cafeteria with Mouche and the others for lunch.
After eating half of his food, Muche seemed unable to resist any longer and leaned closer, whispering, "I recently discovered a really strange toy, a tactile restraint belt. When your body temperature rises, it brings a melting sensation, especially when it's tied to that area."
Haibi's eyes lit up as he listened, "Link, link, give it to me, my lord will definitely blush, I want to see him blush, he has never blushed before."
The reserved Hillan was full of "enough" all his life.
Haibi blushed after speaking, and his tail hook was so excited that he wanted to take it out and shake it.
Muche looked at Hillland, somewhat puzzled, "Don't you and your queen do these things?"
Hillland rarely played games; the most he ever did was get Sersia to wear cat ears and a tail for affection.
Thinking about certain things, Hillan couldn't help but blush.
"My mate and I are very mild-mannered in this area; we don't do that."
Mouche stared wide-eyed, looking at him with a disappointed expression, as if Hillland had missed out on many good things.
“You really don’t understand at all. Once you tie up the female insect, all you have to do is release some pheromones, and he will be unable to resist coming over to beg you. I, the female lord, don’t like begging me, so I will release more until he crawls towards me.”
The tail of the snake is itchy.
If I had known the female insects were this cute, that wretched Ximo Duozang would have died so easily!
God knows how sexy it was when he tied Ximo's hands behind his back, squeezed his private parts, and made him move his body toward him because of his pheromones, and it even penetrated him.
Miao Qie was smug. "It's a pity you guys don't know how to play at all. My female king thought my promise not to hit him was fake. He always thought I was angry with him, so he was very obedient. Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I like him. Because Ximoduo would ask me to punish him, hahahahahaha, that bastard deserves to be punished!"
Hillland's face turned bright red, and he was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Haibi's eyes lit up as he listened.
"My female partner and I use very simple positions. I've learned a lot."
Miao Qie raised his chin smugly, utterly satisfied.
"Seriously, you should learn something, you know?"
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