Chapter 30, Chapter 32: The literal meaning is "This is you..."
"What do you mean?" Caught off guard by these words, Vincent suddenly looked up, his eyelids lowered, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and even his voice gradually became tinged with anger.
Fipos, however, remained completely unaffected, even putting on a faint smile again, and said nonchalantly, "It means exactly what it says, Your Excellency Vison."
Not content with that, she added fuel to the fire: "When is he coming? Do I need to make room for him?"
Vison didn't speak, but just stared intently at him. Finally, Fipos's gaze shifted from the unremarkable edge of the plate to meet his.
One was angry, the other indifferent.
So they became even angrier and even more indifferent.
Even the greatest anger, when faced with those cold, indifferent eyes, seems to sink to the bottom of a lake and be extinguished, making one feel particularly ridiculous.
Vison laughed in exasperation, finally asking the question he'd been holding back all day: "Do you care? Didn't you say we had nothing to do with each other today?"
Fipos spread his hands, his expression calm, stating the facts as if to say: "We never had any relationship, Lord Vison."
How heartless.
When Vison heard from Feppos that "there's nothing else going on," but he still decided to reassure him, he had imagined that the insect might one day say that they had nothing going on. He just didn't expect that day to come so soon.
At the very beginning of this story, he said he needed him, needed his comfort, and that he wanted to stay by his side. But now, in the blink of an eye, he tells him with a cold expression that there is no connection between them.
"Shut up, don't call me that." An exasperated Vinson couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Phipps by the collar, shoving the nonchalant-looking bug onto the sofa.
As Vinson rapidly approached, Feipo's muscles tensed instantly, and his hand, which had been about to grab Vinson's neck, relaxed instantly upon realizing it was Vinson.
He relaxed and lay down on the sofa, following Vincent's movements.
Vison was completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death. His mind was completely occupied by the handsome face beneath him, a face that both haunted his dreams and broke his heart with its indifference.
He desperately wanted to see any fluctuation of emotion on Feipus's face, even the slightest one, just a tiny bit of emotion caused by him.
He wanted to see the mask that Feibos had always worn crumble, to reveal Feibos's true emotions, and to find evidence in those true emotions that he cared about him.
But it still failed.
Fipos's face was too calm, so calm that what he had just said seemed not like a fit of pique, but the truth.
This was unacceptable to Vison.
Filled with anger and resentment, but unable to find an outlet for it.
"I am angry."
He desperately suppressed the urge to hurl all his hurtful words at Fei Bosi, staring at those beautiful, cold, and precious ruby-like eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke, word by word.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Vison." Upon hearing this, Feppos blinked slightly. He lowered his gaze, but his tone remained unchanged as he offered his apology with exceptional deference.
"This is not the apology I want!" Vinson felt like a dynamite that had been lit, unable to vent his anger.
When his anger reached its peak, he felt a strange sense of grievance.
What he wanted wasn't even an apology, nor did he want him to address him as His Excellency Vison now, nor did he want him to merely follow his orders perfunctorily. He wanted to hear his true thoughts, he wanted to communicate, and not just hypocritical obedience.
He wanted to see the true heart.
A blush spread across his eyelids and the tip of his nose, red veins climbed up the whites of his eyes, and a watery film covered his beautiful black pupils, making him look exceptionally fragile and pitiful.
......
She looks like she's about to cry.
Why?
Uncontrollably, Fipos reached out and easily encircled Vinson's face.
He gently pressed his thumb against the corner of her rosy eye, wiping away a tiny tear. Inwardly, however, he couldn't help but marvel at how small her face was.
Her skin was clear and white, as if it had been washed with water, and it looked particularly mismatched as it was held in his rough, dark hands.
The uncouth woodcutter couldn't properly care for the most precious and delicate roses. Now, he had no idea why the roses were weeping, or how to make them happy.
He sighed softly, as if surrendering in battle.
“What do you want, Your Excellency Vison? I’ll give you anything you want.”
It was clearly Vison who had done wrong. He was out having a good time with other women, leaving Vison to stare at the darkness of the room and wait in anguish, suppressing and dealing with his surging, filthy emotions, struggling painfully between coercion and letting go.
But the moment he showed a sad expression, he realized that even in this state, he would still give everything he could to give Vincent what he wanted.
Previously on the spaceship, he would occasionally hear the radical Vitosi complain to Ilya, "Those stupid female insects are always fooled by the fake male insects who pretend to be pitiful, and they lose their bearings and obey them like dogs."
His good-natured adjutant, who was often teased by the male insects himself, would always guiltily comfort Vitosi, saying, "Don't pay attention to them. Look at the general; the general wouldn't do that."
Looking back now, Fipos feels a pang of shame; he, too, is now like a dog, driven by Vincent's whims.
"Why don't you call me Vincent anymore?"
Fipos was speechless.
He never expected Vison to ask that question.
How could he possibly bring up the idea to Vison about the deep-seated, indelible baseness and jealousy he harbored?
How can I tell him that he doesn't want to call me Vison anymore because he doesn't want special treatment; he wants all the love and the moon to belong only to him?
But this is not allowed. Even if he becomes Visen's queen, he will be required to treat other female servants well and even to select female servants for the male master so that the best genes can be passed on as much as possible.
Jealousy is not allowed; it is a serious crime for a female ruler.
But he, like his infamous father, was a despicable heretic, unacceptable to the world.
Fepos slightly increased the pressure, bringing Vinson even closer to him. The familiar glacial pheromones emerged, enveloping Fepos's entire insect body.
The rise and fall of their chests, even their heartbeats, were felt by each other. He let out a deep sigh, a satisfied feeling of emptiness being filled.
He wanted it to be just the two of them forever, and he was willing to give everything he had.
"Say it." Vison couldn't bear to see him so heartbroken, and he snapped at him fiercely, but without even realizing it, he instinctively reached out and hugged that familiar, strong waist.
"Visen, when did you learn pheromone control?"
Fipos gently stroked his smooth, black hair, then awkwardly changed back to how he addressed him, stiffly altering the subject and asking the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
In the early days after they met, every time he was comforted by Vinson, Vinson's uncontrollable pheromones would make him feel extremely embarrassed whenever they met again. He still vividly remembers the embarrassment he felt in front of everyone.
He only felt much better after the aftereffects of being comforted subsided.
But that situation has not occurred again.
While his own mental state had stabilized considerably, the credit undoubtedly went to Vincent for his improved control over pheromones.
He looked at Vison, who was glaring at him but had his arms around his waist, his eyebrows slightly red, like an adorable red-eyed white rabbit, and unconsciously the corners of his mouth turned up.
He still remembered when they first met. Although Vison already had a noble and aloof appearance, he was still somewhat naive at that time. When he met Vison's eyes, there was a sense of bewilderment in his eyes, as if he was out of place in the world.
But during the six months they didn't meet, he grew at an extremely fast pace in places unseen by others, becoming an even more outstanding and dazzling Vison, and becoming the handsome and talented SS-class male insect that other insects kept praising.
Fipos felt conflicted.
He hopes to be praised by other insects, hopes to be loved by all insects, yet he fears being loved by all insects; he wants all insects to see his brilliance, yet he also wants to hide him away.
"I studied for a while." Vincent, who was almost suffocating from the bulging pectoral muscles, forced himself to make room and answered vaguely.
To avoid being exposed, after joining the Xiongbao Association, Visen found relevant materials and carefully studied how to control pheromones and mental energy.
With great effort, Vison finally pushed Feppos aside and sat up straight.
Is this cunning insect using its good looks to seduce someone?
Resolutely resisting any doubts, Lord Vison said seriously, "Don't change the subject."
The warmth in his arms vanished abruptly, and Feppos, pushed away, frowned, his empty fingers curling slightly.
He looked at Vison, his eyes flashing with helplessness and a desperate attempt to throw caution to the wind.
Does he mean that if he is unwilling to give him all the love in return, he will try to let go, and if he can't let go, then he will take him with him to his doom?
After I tell him, will he still want to be hugged? Will he be afraid then? Will he look at me with disgust? Will he hate me?
He felt a sense of suffocation at the thought of Vison looking at him with disgust.
"Don't ask anymore, Your Excellency." He closed his eyes, his tone pleading, and he looked extremely tired.
Vison looked down at him with a stubborn expression, refusing to back down, as if he wouldn't give up until he got to the bottom of things.
The atmosphere that had finally warmed up after the hug seemed to have plunged into an ice cave, and both sides were tense.
“I suppose I misspoke, Vison.” Fipos forced a smile, his eyes darkening as he tried to make it seem as if the confrontation had never happened. “Can we go back to how things were before?”
Silence, indifference.
Finally, Vison looked up at him seriously, his tone no different from usual, and even grasped his hand, as if he had truly taken his advice: "Feibos, do you know why I'm angry?"
Fipos sensed danger, yet he was also confused at that moment, or perhaps he was simply yearning for an opportunity to ask questions.
He spoke almost bluntly: "Why is Vincent angry? It happened before too. I said it was okay, and you got angry too, but it turns out that this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
What a cruel and sharp knife.
It turns out that Fipos could be this cruel.
It turns out that language really does have power; when it hurts, it won't stop until it rips out your internal organs.
It turns out that they could be so estranged, and that the overflowing emotions he usually showed could not be felt by the other person.
He realized that he could accept Fipos questioning him about why he was so close to other insects, and he could bear Fipos's sadness or anger, but he could not accept Fipos's blunt opinion.
“You clearly said you didn’t like it anymore,” Fipos said, looking directly into his eyes, adding each word carefully.
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