Remarriage [Zerg] – Ch 13

In a spacious and brightly lit office, two males sat on a soft sofa.

One held a white porcelain cup with a smiling expression, while the other gritted his teeth fiercely.

Augustus couldn’t stand Javan’s casual and indifferent attitude. How dare he act so arrogantly in front of him?

“Javan! What’s going on? How could you easily let that annoying bug off the hook like that?”

“That male, who doesn’t even know his rank, dared to hit me! He hit me! And you’re just letting it slide?!”

Javan looked up at this foolish male zerg, who was useless except for his rank, but his lips curved into the most benevolent and respectful smile.

“My dear Augustus, don’t worry. There’s still plenty of time, isn’t it?”

Javan waved his hand, and a female emerged from behind the door.

With a clear face, it was none other than Shiko, the assistant to the male zerg association’s chairman, who had found his way to the medical room.

“Tell us what you’ve heard.”

As a young and idealistic female, Shiko was unaware of the darkness within this group of male zergs.

He shyly smiled and then recounted the information he had gathered.

Javan listened leisurely, stirring his coffee slowly. The steam rising between the two males blurred his vision.

The sound of the door closing mixed with Augustus’s sarcastic remarks about the male who insisted on joining the military.

Shiko hesitated as he left, a hint of doubt flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t dwell on it.

…Military…overestimating themselves…

…That place…unpredictable…dangerous…

The vague voices gradually subsided, and a grin appeared at the corner of the mouths behind the door.

Meanwhile, outside his spacecraft, Wen Ran sighed helplessly.

It seemed like he had annoyed Ning.

The cabin door opened slowly, and a beautiful female zerg stepped out.

Wen Ran looked at the distance between the female and the ground, then approached slowly, extending his arms in a hugging gesture, waiting for Ning.

Ning, who had been cold, tightened his hand slightly when he saw his male master like this, his face turning red.

Wen Ran pulled the zerg into his arms, embracing the slim waist outlined by the suit, and even ignored the fact that they were in front of the military department, burying his head directly in Ning’s neck.

He sniffed at the fragrance of the iris flowers, but only caught a faint scent, feeling disappointed.

Ning’s hair at his neck was messed up by Wen Ran’s rubbing, and a few strands fell onto Ning’s fair face, making Ning’s flushed cheeks even more noticeable.

Wen Ran looked up, revealing this wonderful scene. He felt more determined not to make his female monarch angry.

He lifted Ning horizontally, catching Ning off guard, causing Ning to instinctively circle Wen Ran’s neck, almost sticking his entire body to Wen Ran’s chest.

Feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat inside Wen Ran’s chest, Ning couldn’t help but retract his arms.

Wen Ran tightened his embrace, took a step back, and then jumped up directly.

The deep blue eyes of Ning stirred up countless waves, shocking and lingering.

Wen Ran looked at Ning’s dazed expression, the twinkling light in his black eyes reflecting countless stars, the kind that could make countless female insects blush with just one glance.

Ning snapped out of it and immediately struggled to see if any other zergs had seen them.

As if a male could be so robust.

Wen Ran grabbed Ning’s hand, which happened to be placed on his chest, and laughed softly.

His chest was burning hot, and his low, sexy laughter was like an invisible hand scratching Ning’s already reddened earlobes hidden under his white hair.

And the chest vibration caused by the laughter, every bit of it was felt by the female zerg’s hand. The joints of the hand were red, especially the joints of the finger with the ring, which were exceptionally red, like a blooming fragrant rose.

“Don’t be angry, okay?”

The exhaled heat made Ning instinctively lean back, resulting in him falling back into the male zerg’s arms.

The thorns of the white rose had long been put away, tremblingly showcasing its soft interior.

“No… Master, I’m not…angry.”

The pause was because “being angry with a male zerg” sounded too absurd, making Ning’s heart tremble, and he squeezed Wen Ran’s clothes with his fingers.

Wen Ran’s eyes flashed with a hint of darkness. “Not qualified to be angry” instead of “not being angry.” He didn’t bother to correct anything. After years of accumulation, Wen Ran didn’t believe that a few words from him could change anything.

Compared to that, he preferred time, silent, slow, and long time, which could change everything.

“Ning, I think you know. I’m not a native zerg of the capital.”

Ning leaned against Wen Ran’s chest quietly, very obedient.

“In fact, I’m not a zerg of the empire. In my hometown, there is no such thing as male dominance and female submissiveness. There, zergs are equal, and everyone needs to work to support themselves or their families.”

Ning listened quietly. He had never heard of such a place, but the steady voice of the male zerg made him want to believe.

Wen Ran tapped the female on his leg, and Ning was suddenly awakened from his thoughts.

Wen Ran knew that Ning didn’t fully believe him.

Truly a cautious female.

“My body is fine, isn’t it, Ning? Perhaps you could try to trust me once. I want to build this home with you, rather than becoming a useless zerg.”

Ning stared at the male in front of him, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.

No male would say such words, would they?

Even if it’s a lie, so what?

Didn’t he win last time?

A hint of almost crazy but joyful emotion flashed in Ning’s eyes, but it was quickly concealed by him.

He composed himself, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked at the male with bright eyes, shrinking his head.

Thus, Wen Ran saw a female zerg exuding an atmosphere of shyness all over his body.

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