Chapter 29 looks like a puppy. Hillan is a puppy.
Not content with simply turning Sersia around, he insisted on resting his head on his shoulder, rubbing against him softly. When Sersia tried to look away, he smiled at him affectionately, as if he was certain that Sersia would never push him away.
"Cersia, you are so cute."
Hillland lay languidly on top of him, seemingly wanting to tease Sersia. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he were about to touch something extremely precious, and slowly placed his fingertips on Sersia's cheek, then began to slowly move downwards, gradually sliding down to the other's long, smooth throat.
“Otherwise, why would I find you adorable just by looking at you?” Hillland smiled and poked his neck mischievously. “You’re an exceptionally cute bug.”
After saying that, Hillan was completely charmed by Sersia, who was quietly watching him. The affection he felt was not enough; it was almost overflowing and turning into a pool of passionate spring water.
Sersia did not answer; he simply looked quietly at the human before him, his icy blue eyes reflecting a clear emotion.
He had spent less than a month with Hillan, yet he was infatuated with him like a madman. Even after being teased by the human for a long time, he found it unbearable because of his deep affection. He was almost not himself; he would blush, feel shy, and obediently call the human "Lord," and this was during their first meeting.
Sersia wondered why he had become like this, but many things made no sense. Even the insects who knew him felt that he had been completely replaced, but what did it matter?
Sersia cannot meet anyone's expectations; she only follows her heart and desires.
He was born to fight, but humans didn't need to fight; they simply fell into his hands.
How can such feelings be ignored or suppressed?
No one can easily erase his emotions. His liking and love are hard to restrain. So what outsiders see as cold, solemn, and unsmiling is just a disguise after being infiltrated by power and status. It is not the real him. Sersia would not treat a human he likes in such an attitude. Besides, perhaps he is a soft and obedient insect himself.
Sersia did not resist this side of herself; on the contrary, she felt relaxed and happy because she revealed a softness that did not conform to the cold and hard image of a female soldier, which made Hillan like her.
After all, it's him no matter what.
Sersia thought to herself that if she was cold to him, Hillland would be sad. She knew Hillland, and of course she didn't want him to be sad.
Perhaps the female insect had been thinking for too long. Hillan blinked, as if poking a sleeping person, and tilted her head slightly to remind Sersia that she had not yet answered him.
“Baby,” Hillan said earnestly, “why aren’t you saying anything?”
After he finished speaking, Hillland fell silent, waiting quietly for his reply. After all, he was quite noisy, and sometimes being quiet was better than being overly affectionate.
Sersia finally reacted. His eyelashes trembled, and he didn't move for a moment. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at the hand resting on his neck. Like a lamb to the slaughter, he turned his head and revealed the long, slender, pale side of his neck.
As if ashamed to face it, or waiting for the next answer from humans, he calmly looked at another place. The strands of hair scattered on the bed lay beneath him, not suppressing the color in the slightest. Even the pale color was now bright and beautiful because of Sersia's actions, with a thin layer of cold moonlight, which was extremely attractive.
"Besides being cute?"
Sersia spoke softly, almost as a sigh, turning her face back to look at the human resting on her shoulder. Her voice was low. Her hand, which was at her side, rose slightly and gently stroked Hillan's cheek.
"Hillland, can you say anything else to praise me?"
Hillan, whose name was called, was taken aback. After all, they had been together for some time, and the other person rarely called him by his name. Now, hearing it spoken aloud, he felt a strange flutter in his heart.
But now, Hillan couldn't tell whether he felt disappointed or expectant. In his eyes, Sersia was always reserved, always passive, and more often than not, she had an irresistible obedience and contrast.
Can I say it? Of course I can. Now it was Hillan who blushed. He took the initiative to get closer to Sersia. Even though they had been intimate before, he still felt the burning heat coming from his cheeks.
He felt unprecedented shame.
“Yes, Sersia.” Hillan felt like he was the one in an awkward position now. “You seem like…”
Hillland stammered before she could finish speaking, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance rising within her.
He was clearly full of vocabulary and idioms to describe talent and appearance, and could speak eloquently, but when facing Sersia, all of these seemed to vanish like punctured balloons.
Damn it, if he were to write it down, he could easily write several thousand words, but it's a different story when he says it out loud. Oh no, Hillland realized that he was actually a person who was ashamed to express himself.
This is so strange!!
He clearly loves to express himself!
This should absolutely not be happening!!!
Hillan really wanted to cry. She completely experienced that feeling of receiving a test paper, having reviewed the material, but being unable to recall anything.
That's terrible.
Hillland was somewhat hesitant to look at Sersia. He opened his mouth but didn't react for a long time. Only Sersia could feel the cheek under his hand getting hotter and hotter. While waiting, he finally heard Hillland's carefully considered words.
"Do I like to describe you with simple and sincere language?"
Hillland decided to speak his mind. Thinking about the time he had spent with Sersia, Hillland truly felt that he was very happy. His eyes involuntarily sparkled as he spoke.
He felt the warm hand on his cheek, the burning sensation still lingering.
"You are like a spring mountain that is always bright and sunny."
Hillland wanted to describe him in elegant and straightforward terms, "Even though you seem cold, I can't help but feel that way."
“Cersia, your reserved and submissive qualities are supported by your pride, which makes you appear very kind, generous, and gentle.”
Hillan nuzzled his hand. Cecilia had grown accustomed to the childishness he occasionally displayed, but now, the seriousness and sensitivity in his eyes took on a different, ambiguous quality.
"I love the gentleness in you; it makes me feel at ease. I love that you seem aloof, but you're actually shy and easily embarrassed when you're around. Of course, I also love your innocent and dazed look. You're also very beautiful and full of life. I can't ignore your uniqueness and passion..."
Once Hillland spoke, he became very natural and revealed his feelings for Sersia in great detail.
Normally, Sersia would be shy and blush, but before he could react in those ways, he discovered a quality in the human before him that he had never noticed before.
Even though Hillland is very well-behaved.
He is very shy and blushes easily. He will do almost anything you ask him to do, and sometimes you don't even need to tell him to do it.
It looks like a puppy...
...A little dog that loves to wag its tail at people it likes.
Sersia seemed to have discovered something very, very interesting. He didn't speak, but instead prepared to withdraw his hand from Hillan's cheek.
He had only retrieved a few when he saw Hillland's eyes widen, and he followed her like a sticky insect.
He leaned over and kissed Sersia on the chin, looking pitiful, "Why aren't you touching me anymore, baby?"
knew.
Hillland is a puppy.
Sersia touched his cheek and said softly, "So touching you like this makes you happy, right?"
Completely unaware that she was being treated like a puppy, Hillan nodded happily, "Yes, yes, I like it when Sersia treats me like this."
Hillland especially liked to stick to him, leaning on his shoulder obediently, "I just really like it, and there's nothing you can do if you refuse. I'll always stick to you."
Sersia couldn't quite put his finger on it, but a flame seemed to ignite within him, bringing with it an indescribable itch to his heart.
He really wanted to bully Hillan.
Hillland said he would like the real him. Hillland didn't lie, and he wouldn't let him lie. Even if he did lie, he would make it seem real.
Sersia's eyelashes trembled, his lips curled slightly, his eyebrows lowered, and he slowly raised his upper body. As he moved, the loose collar of his shirt outlined a slightly ambiguous curve.
"Would you be willing to kiss my lower abdomen in that case?"
He held Hillan's hand and slowly placed it on his lower abdomen, where there was a scar and the mark of a successful union.
Sersia lifted her leg, as if
She opened the door without saying a word, simply watching him quietly.
Seeing this scene, Hillan's blood boiled. Right under Sersia's nose, he began to blush, his face turning red from the tips of his ears to his cheeks, and then from his cheeks to his neck.
Hillan originally wanted to get some rest, but in the current situation, resting was too difficult!
He nodded blankly, "Okay, okay."
Hillland began to untie the ties on his body with great seriousness and shyness, then lowered his head.
It looks more like a puppy now.
Sersia suppressed the trembling in her fingertips.
After the scar healed, the skin in that area became very sensitive and itchy when exposed to heat. Sersia had only wanted him to kiss her.
But it's so hot, really so hot.
Sersia felt that he had changed, but at the same time, he felt that he hadn't changed. He leaned against the pillow, reached out and held Hillan's chin, stopping his kiss.
Hillland was a little confused. She rested her chin on his palm, ready to ask what was wrong. But the moment she looked up, Hillland's head was buzzing, and her nose inexplicably began to feel damp and hot.
Sersia rested his chin on her hand.
The two moons opened and closed, revealing the undulating lines of the clothes that were spread out.
He was breathing rapidly and awkwardly, and his body was covered in steaming powder.
Sersia was originally prepared to stop and end it there, but when she saw the hot blood flowing from Hillan's nostrils and dripping hot onto his palm, Sersia changed her mind.
He lowered his eyes and slowly wiped the blood from his face with his fingertips, leaving a vivid mark on the human face.
“Hilland,” Sersia gently stroked him, from his nose to his lips, “Do you want to eat me?”
Hillland felt like he was going to die on the spot.
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Author's note: This is so satisfying! Writing this kind of sweet story without any drama is the reward for all my hard work at the office.
The bosses are treating us to dinner! [Sprinkling flowers]
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