Chapter 1971: In the Insect Race, Being Pampered by My Wife – Day 04

It was obvious that Jin Chen's appearance left the highly alert Zenuoer utterly bewildered.

Seeing the fear in the male's eyes, Zenuoer almost instantly retracted his sleeve blade, stiffly comforting: "I will not harm you, Your Excellency."

Please don't be afraid.

Jin Chen had not yet reacted when the door behind him shut from outside, silently reminding him not to forget what he should do.

Jin Chen approached, taking advantage of the fact that no sound could be heard outside, and in an instant he sold out Huobote's plan completely.

I'm not afraid.

Major General Zenuoer, I did not mean to disturb your rest.

This is a crucial turning point in the original plot.

Huobote knew well that even if Zenuoer was a female soldier from a mysterious ancient clan, she was not easily tamed.

Compared to other males' methods of disciplining female soldiers with whips, Huobote preferred other means, such as 'shame'.

In the original plot, after Zenuoer drank the drugged wine, his original self was lured by several males into the rest room, instantly triggering Zenuoer's mental disorder, the result being that Huobote 'caught him in bed'.

If the scandal got out, within half a day Zenuoer would be dismissed, and under the Male Marriage Protection Act he would be ruled Huobote's female slave, so he could only be forced to agree to the marriage.

After recalling that plot, Jin Chen confirmed again, "Major General Zenuoer, you didn't drink that cup, right?"

"No, Your Excellency, thank you for informing me."

Zenuoer lowered his eyes uneasily, even feeling that the young male's worried gaze was somewhat scorching, arousing a hidden, uncontrollable tingling deep inside.

This feeling is too strange.

Jin Chen moved closer, watching Zenuoer's stern face turn red, which really didn't look like nothing was wrong.

"Then how..."

Jin Chen wanted to speak but stopped, suddenly lowering his head as his cool fingertips touched Zenuoer's hand back.

Scorching hot.

Zenuoer's fingertips trembled slightly, unable to restrain his instinct as he lightly took hold, his light‑gold eyes dazed, "Jin Chen, Your Excellency."

Jin Chen: "……Major General Zenuoer, I don't really believe you didn't drink that cup." This is really problematic.

Zenuoer's heart skipped a beat; merely the touch on his hand back felt like a current sliding through his body, even heating the insect pattern on the back of his neck.

He had never felt his mental power surge so violently before.

"No, it's not because of the wine."

Zenuoer gazed dazedly at the male, "Your Excellency, could you trouble you…"

"What?"

Jin Chen couldn't hear clearly, frowning as he moved closer, "Major General Zenuoer, what's wrong?"

Zenuoer suddenly stopped his request, his light‑gold pupils contracting into vertical slits, the oncoming agarwood scent draining his reason completely.

"Zenuoer…"

Jin Chen stared blankly and in surprise, lowering his head; he froze for half a second at the sudden sight of Zenuoer kneeling on one knee, then his gaze was drawn to the shimmering insect pattern on the back of Zenuoer's neck.

Like thorns twining around cold, white skin.

"Mental power disorder."

Jin Chen had a moment of realization—no wonder someone as strong as Zenuoer could be knocked down by a single drugged cup in the original plot.

As it turned out, he had also hit a special period of mental power disorder.

"Major General Zenuoer, are you all right?" Jin Chen didn't know how to soothe, so he could only ask gently.

Even the juvenile insect hasn't learned this, ah.

"Pheromone…"

Zenuoer half‑knelt before Jin Chen, the smooth, full muscle lines beneath his military dress uniform faintly visible, his spine drawn tight.

The cold‑blooded, lethal Major General Zenuoer was entranced, lifting his reddened eye corners, his voice even hoarse: "Jin Chen, Your Excellency… your pheromone…"

It's too intense.

The young male seemingly had no idea how detrimental his reckless pheromone release was.

Zenuoer wanted him to restrain himself a little.

Jin Chen, however, happened to misunderstand; not yet realizing that his original self seemingly had no pheromone, he unconsciously released a soothing agarwood scent.

The surrounding air instantly became even more scarce.

Zenuoer suddenly went limp, his last clear consciousness fading as he followed instinct to seek the soothing pheromone, his mental power tangled in chaos.

"Your Excellency…"

Jin Chen hurriedly lifted Zenuoer, who was about to fall to the ground, and carried him to the Sofa in the rest room, "Major General Zenuoer, are you all right?"

No, not at all.

Zenuoer's expression was unbearable, like an addict who could never be satisfied, he clutched Jin Chen's clothes and instinctively burrowed into his embrace, "Give me more… a bit, and… and mental power."

This would stump even a juvenile insect.

Jin Chen pondered for half a second, then decisively chose to ask if he didn't understand, gently rubbing Zenuoer's cheek with his fingertip, his voice soft.

"What should I do, Major General Zenuoer?"

The young male's dark‑blue eyes seemed like a deep ocean, Zenuoer gazed entranced, instinctively climbing onto his shoulder and releasing his mental power.

Instantly, Jin Chen felt as if something in his mind were being sucked in, another force that had never appeared before being drawn out.

Within moments, Jin Chen mastered this force; the drawn‑out power followed Zenuoer's restless mental power, drilling into his body.

Zenuoer suddenly grew calm, his whole body going limp as he leaned against Jin Chen's embrace.

Zenuoer's mental power was like tangled, intertwined threads scattered everywhere, with no end or source, needing Jin Chen to sort them out.

After a while of soothing, Jin Chen could feel that the Zenuoer in his arms was less agitated, but still warm, not yet awake.

If there's more to ask…

Would it seem that he's not very smart?

Jin Chen thought solemnly.

【Hehe~ 100 tips for male and female insects getting along! This is sent to you!】

Ling Gun Gun's little face, having seen it first, turned completely yellow.