Chapter 4 Don't even think about being stabbed...
Fipos paused for a moment, then, ignoring Vison's darkening expression, continued coldly, "You'd better not even think about using this to blackmail me."
At this moment, Faber was no longer the alluring woman who had been intoxicated by desire, no longer the seductive charm that beckoned him to "do it," no longer the languid comfort she had been enjoying; only endless coldness remained, and a coldness that wanted to sever ties with him.
Upon hearing Fipose's words, Vison's face involuntarily contorted with anger.
His fair face, devoid of its usual dignified composure, was instead flushed red with anger, which unexpectedly made him appear even more handsome and vibrant.
Feibos stared, startled, feeling a slight itch, as if a cat's paw had gently scratched his heart.
"How could you do this!" Vison tried hard to control himself, but still failed and exploded.
In the blink of an eye, the role of "considerate partner" was shattered by Fipos himself. It was as if Vison wanted to chew Fipos up, biting him hard, his voice filled with intense anger.
He clenched his fists, a familiar anger engulfing him, so intense that he didn't even feel his nails digging into his flesh.
This anger was remarkably similar to the anger he felt when he learned that both his divorced parents disliked him.
They were abandoned and forsaken.
This was the first time he had ever been this angry.
This was the first time he so desperately wanted to start a family with someone.
first.
The moment I saw him, I wanted to start a family with him, like an incurable poison, like the most dangerous curse and temptation.
Why did you leave him? Was there something he did wrong?
Vison was having trouble breathing.
The recurring dream from his past weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
Clearly, he was about to have a wife and a family.
Why?
Why do people turn their backs on you as soon as you wake up?
Why?
Why did his house disappear again when he woke up?
Vison belatedly realized that besides anger, he also felt wronged and sad.
“That’s just who I am.” Feppos snapped out of his reverie, giving a forced, sarcastic smile.
He thought he was different from the male insects.
It turns out it really is the same. She thought that by sleeping with him once and ruining his reputation, she could use that to blackmail him, make him offer himself and his wealth, and make him submit to her as a female servant.
But once he exposes her dirty thoughts, or once he rejects her, she turns on him and gets angry.
As he thought this, Fipos couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had been so naive to think that the male insect was different. What difference could it possibly make?
Male insects are all the same; he just has an extra bit of beauty and a good body.
When will he be fooled by superficial appearances?
Fipos shook his head at his own foolish idea.
He stared at Vinson, expecting Vinson to be consumed by rage like the males he had rejected, to roar hysterically, and to hurl insults at him.
He had even thought about what expression to make and what hurtful words to say.
But after waiting for a while, Feppos realized that the male insect was just staring at him without saying a word.
Even the flush of anger that had just appeared had dissipated.
Vison stared unblinkingly at Feipo, his gaze fixed on Feipo's cold eyes and unmoved expression. His heart sank, and his eyes stung with tears.
The faint scent of oranges that had captivated him yesterday still lingered on him, and despite his beautiful face, his words were so hurtful.
No matter how hard Vison searched, he couldn't find even a trace of insincerity on the face that had captivated him at first sight.
Vison blinked blankly, the soreness from not blinking for so long bringing out a few physiological tears.
He lowered his head dejectedly, his aura sinking as if he had fallen into a dark, bottomless abyss.
It's as if I've become that helpless child again, left alone in "home" from my childhood memories.
Unable to resist, one must accept it.
Did you cry?
Fipos frowned, then turned his head away as if he didn't care.
My mind started racing uncontrollably.
Why are you crying?
Because he rejected you?
But with his stunning appearance, I'm afraid a bunch of female insects would be eager to serve him as a female servant or even a female slave.
Fepous's eyes couldn't help but fall on the dark hair below.
Her hair was thick and fluffy, as dark and lustrous as black jade.
Yesterday, while I was fooling around, he accidentally grabbed my hair. When I woke up, the owner of my hair didn't straighten it, causing a few strands to stick up unruly, like black feathers that had been ruffled by a breeze but hadn't been properly groomed.
His hands were itching to touch.
Or are you afraid he'll leave him here?
Indeed, such a fragile, precious, and beautiful male insect must be a male insect brother like his brethren, who was surrounded by admirers from birth and is now in such a remote and dirty cave for the first time.
They must have been terrified.
Fipose sighed; it seemed he didn't have a clear understanding of his own position.
Now, he admits that he is a shallow worm, occasionally fooled by pretty facades.
Of course, it's also possible that those damn pheromones controlled him.
As is well known, deep soothing will make the female insect unable to resist wanting to get close to and cherish the male insect that is soothing her.
He seems to be in that situation now.
It's really troublesome.
Phibos frowned, lowered his head, and softened his earlier cold demeanor. He spoke as softly as possible to Vinson, who was squatting there with his head down, seemingly lost in thought, "Don't worry, Your Excellency. Phibos Gesilian guarantees, with the reputation of the Gesilian family and my position as an Imperial General, that I will escort you back safely."
Vison indifferently wiped away his tears, lifted his eyelids, and didn't even raise his head, as if he hadn't heard him.
"unnecessary."
The cold voice was like spring water flowing down from the snow-capped mountains washing over expensive jade, as noble, aloof, and arrogant as its owner.
In the blink of an eye, the two reversed roles, and Vincent transformed back into the aloof genius renowned in the mechanical world, like a god sitting on a high chair, refusing to bow to anyone.
The gentleness, flattery, patience, and dependence just now were like colorful bubbles that had seen the sunlight; they vanished immediately, yet left a lasting impression.
The male insect was indifferent and didn't bother him, so Feibos felt he should be relieved, but now he licked his canine teeth and felt inexplicably irritated.
Tsk, all that gentle kindness just now was a lie.
That would be best; he only needs to fulfill his duty by returning the male insect intact.
Fipos gritted his teeth and sat down with his back to Vison.
For a moment, the cave was eerily quiet.
For the first time, Fei Bosi felt a sense of unease and didn't know what to do, and he couldn't even maintain his usual nonchalant facade.
His men should find him soon. He had given his adjutant the location of his cave and told him to come and pick him up in three days.
Wouldn't those bastards go crazy if they saw a male insect?
Thinking of this, Fei Bosi's emotions felt like a towel being wrung out again and again, making him extremely uncomfortable.
But then, realizing what had happened, I couldn't help but curse myself.
It's not like I haven't seen good-looking males before; they're all the same, rotten inside.
Wasn't his father, who was also handsome?
To him, the male insect was like an Imperial Rose cultivated in a specially set-up greenhouse at home: expensive, beautiful, troublesome, and untouchable.
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The weather here always changes exceptionally quickly.
Vison sat in the drafty spot at the cave entrance, and the cold wind blowing in made him shiver.
The next second, a thick, orange-scented cloak appeared on her shoulders, still carrying the lingering warmth of its former owner, instantly warming her entire body.
Vison bit his lower lip, his heart filled with a mix of emotions, including anger, sadness, and even hatred.
He was usually indifferent to emotions, but this was the first time in such a short period of time that he had experienced so many different and complex emotions towards a person, no, an insect.
Like them...reject him, hurt him, shatter his illusions about home, but then turn around and pretend to care about him as if nothing happened.
Unable to vent his anger, Vison clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even notice his fingernails digging into his palms and drawing blood.
He no longer wants to like this person, just like the two people he hates.
Vison stood up expressionlessly and tossed the cloak from his shoulder back into Fipos's arms.
Warmth is especially memorable, and without the cloak, a cold wind feels like someone has poured a bucket of ice on your shoulders.
Vison took a deep breath, curled up in a corner of the cave, hugging his legs, and buried his head in his arms, refusing to look at Feibos.
He was feeling drowsy, half asleep, but just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the cold wind pulled him back to his senses.
This process repeats itself constantly, causing great suffering.
After a while, Visen suddenly felt the cold wind stop.
Vison looked up and saw the man sitting firmly in the wind, awkwardly blocking all the wind coming at him, the badge on his shawl shining brightly in the darkness.
Vincent opened his mouth, but said nothing and silently turned his head away.
But then he unconsciously turned his head back.
Perhaps it was because the cave was so vast and lonely, or perhaps it was because the orange flavor from yesterday was so delicious that he couldn't forget it; whatever the reason, he now felt a little like looking at that person.
Fepos felt the gaze behind him, but didn't say anything; he simply straightened his back a little more unconsciously.
The cave fell silent for a moment.
But compared to the previous confrontation, there was a sense of peace and tranquility.
From this angle, Vison can see that the man has a good physique.
Even sitting in the dilapidated cave, his posture was extremely upright.
Even in a relaxed state, the well-trained muscles are like a fully drawn bowstring, making the clothes look extremely good and outlining the standard, wide shoulders and narrow waist with a great feel.
His newly combed, extremely smooth white hair, unlike its cold and unfriendly owner, obediently draped down his back, shining brightly in the light from outside the cave.
Like a sharp sword about to be drawn.
Suddenly, Vison's gaze was drawn to the badge on his cloak.
The badge has a silver background, but the pattern on it is somewhat strange.
A sturdy shield, with two longswords crossed in front of it, but the patterns on the sides look like... the wings of an insect swarm.
Why would a military emblem look like that?
Vincent frowned, only then belatedly noticing the many inconsistencies.
He had been lost in the daze of losing his "home" again and hadn't paid attention to what the other man was saying. Now he suddenly realized that the man called him "Lord Male Insect" and that his name was "Feibos Gesilian," and that he was an "Imperial Admiral."
Every word was beyond his comprehension.
“Male insect… Fipos… Gesilian…” Vison murmured softly, thinking and thinking, and finally dug out a related memory from some corner of his mind.
A note from the author:
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Mori: In charge?
Fei: No
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Mori: Irresponsible?
Fei: They're all such big pigs!
Awkward little couple, hahaha
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