Lenon was stunned for a moment.

Before coming here, he had envisioned many scenarios. For instance, Admiral Hoyle being dissatisfied with him and intentionally making things difficult, or the Third Highness wanting to establish his authority and deliberately tormenting him. He was prepared to face anything. However, when the door opened, there were only linen-woven futons, a bubbling copper pot, and His Highness kneeling lazily in casual clothes.

A faint citrus scent permeated the air. The Third Highness was using chopsticks to pick up a thin slice of meat and placing it into the milky white broth.

It didn't look like a Royal Family gathering, but rather an ordinary family chatting about daily life.

The Third Prince had brought him to meet an elder, yet chose such a venue?

Lin You waved his hand. "Come over, what are you standing there for?"

He patted the futon beside him. "Come here."

Lenon lowered his eyes and knelt down beside Lin You. This futon was stuffed with cotton, soft to the touch, and wouldn't be uncomfortable even if knelt on for a long time.

Lin You pointed to the person across the table. "This is my father, Admiral Hoyle. You should know him."

He then pointed to Lenon. "Father, this is Lenon."

Lin You knelt in a crooked and slouching manner, but Lenon knelt perfectly straight. He bowed slightly to Hoyle, performed a standard aristocratic greeting, and exclaimed, "Admiral, it is my honor to be invited to dine with you."

Hoyle scrutinized him critically and gestured in Lin You's direction. "Major General Lenon, it was not I who invited you to dine, but the Third Highness."

Lenon maintained his posture, turned to Lin You, and smiled. "Of course, to receive an invitation from the Third Highness is an even greater honor."

Lin You's chopsticks, which were picking up meat, paused in mid-air. "...Eat, eat."

Having been in the Zerg territory for so long, he still couldn't get used to the social etiquette of the nobles here. Compared to Lenon's current standard smile, he still felt that the Lenon with a high ponytail and a gun, wearing a cold expression, looked better.

Lin You fished out the last slice of meat from the pot and was about to put vegetables in when his hand felt light. The plate had already been taken away by Lenon.

The Major General knelt straight and said gently, "Please let me do it."

Lin You could only say, "Alright."

Lenon then took over all the work of putting in the food and serving the dishes. His movements were elegant and proper, meticulous like a butler or deacon. As soon as Lin You finished a slice of meat, another one would appear in his bowl. Throughout the meal, he ended up being the fastest eater among the three.

When the tea was finished and Lenon attentively poured more, Lin You had to push him away and backhandedly tossed a meatball into his bowl. "Eat it yourself, I can't eat anymore."

Lenon subconsciously looked up. Admiral Hoyle was sitting properly opposite them, looking straight ahead, seemingly not paying attention to this side.

He then elegantly thanked Lin You. "Thank you for your favor."

Biting into the meatball, the juices burst out. The taste was surprisingly good, but Lenon's brow twitched, and he immediately pressed his lips tightly together.

...Pheromone.

Female Zergs after their initial marking, especially those who had been left out in the cold for half a month following their initial marking, were far too sensitive to Pheromones. When the citrus scent permeated the air, wafted over, and even enveloped him in this confined space, Lenon could hardly maintain his posture.

Admiral Hoyle subtly observed him and suddenly spoke up, "Lenon, I remember your grades in the military academy were all A's, including the most difficult curvature optics and quantum mechanics, but you didn't take culinary arts and fine arts as electives, right?"

"..."

After all, he had just boasted yesterday about being a good homemaker.

Lenon could feel Lin You turn his head, looking over with great interest. He silently sat up straighter, revealed a proper smile, and defended himself without leaving a trace, "It's like this, at first these two subjects did not align with my career plans, but through persistent learning later on, I have made significant progress in both areas."

Admiral Hoyle nodded and asked again, "Then what is your most adept dish now?"

"..."

Lin You almost laughed out loud.

Lenon bit his lip slightly, rarely feeling a trace of embarrassment. His lips were originally somewhat pale, but due to biting too hard, a hint of redness was forced out. He immediately smiled again and said, "It's like this, Admiral, I..."

Cooking was something you either knew how to do or you didn't. Even with a glib tongue like Lenon's, he couldn't fabricate a convincing lie. Just as he was figuring out how to apologize, Lin You suddenly tugged at Admiral Hoyle's sleeve.

"Alright, alright," he interrupted. "I don't need Lenon to cook, I have a butler. No matter how good the cooking is, could it be better than the chefs in the royal palace?"

A beautiful Military Female Zerg like Lenon, with a narrow waist and long legs, only needed to wear a uniform properly and step onto the battlefield in military boots. Lin You didn't want to trap the other party in the kitchen; it would be too much of an eyesore.

Lin You called the waiter over, forcefully changing the subject. "Hello, do you have any desserts? Bring me a piece of cake."

Hoyle looked at the two of them, chuckled softly, and looked away.

Lenon paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and ate his food.

'The Third Highness is defending me?'

It sounded a bit unbelievable, and even a bit absurd. Ever since he publicly declared his love and pursued Lin You, the forums had been in a bloody uproar over his relationship with the Third Highness of the Empire. There was no shortage of people accusing him of throwing himself at someone out of his league. Many even swore that Lin You was only coveting the wealth of the Colette Family, and once the marriage was settled, Lenon's life would be absolutely miserable.

Lenon didn't say a word about this, because he had made the same assumption.

The one night stand was his design to begin with, and the financial temptation was also his calculated scheme. He and Lin You had no emotional foundation whatsoever; it was merely taking what they needed from each other. Lin You wanted wealth, and he wanted time. Once he completed the career he was obliged to finish, he would naturally go to his death.

Yet in front of Admiral Hoyle, the Third Highness truly had an attitude of intimate protection.

Lenon couldn't make sense of it in his heart and felt slightly vexed. The meat and vegetables sent into his mouth tasted like nothing.

'There is a gaze beside me with a very strong presence.'

Lin You had been looking at him the whole time.

The System reminded him at the right time, "Host, what about your physical contact?"

In the original text, there was a scene of indecent play right in front of Admiral Hoyle.

"Oh." Lin You slowly reached out his hand and touched two fingers to the silver hair trailing on the ground.

System: "???"

Lin You spoke with righteous confidence, "Physical contact, it didn't say where to make contact. Isn't hair a part of the body?"

System: "..."

It shut its screen in isolation, not wanting to speak.

Lenon's hair was very long. Now loosely tied up, the ends of his hair fell on the tatami, like a piece of shimmering satin.

In a place where Hoyle couldn't see, Lin You gently picked up that strand of silver hair.

He gently stroked it, winding it around his fingertips, and then lightly twirled it apart with the pads of his fingers, like a musician plucking strings, or a connoisseur playing with an antique.

Silver hair was the symbol of the Colette Family, and Lenon was equally proud of this unique hair color. Every time he went out, he would meticulously groom his long hair and loosely tie it in a matching hairband. However, interactions between nobles only went so far. Countless people had praised his hair, but no one had ever generously twisted and played with it like Lin You did.

Hair didn't have nerves, but being pinched and teased in someone's hand like this, Lenon felt uncomfortable all over. The citrus-scented Pheromone became increasingly rich, seemingly transmitting along the strands of hair. For a moment, his mind was dizzy, and he gently bit the tip of his tongue, relying on the pain to maintain his rationality.

'...I really want to get a little closer.'

'...I really want to embrace.'

Admiral Hoyle continued to chat casually. The topics ranged far and wide, covering the military, family, as well as culture, geography, and politics. It seemed he was comprehensively examining whether Lenon was qualified. Lenon also maintained a smile throughout, his demeanor calm and proper. Only he himself knew how great the impact of the Pheromone was. The excessive injections of substitutes were terribly vulnerable in front of a truly high-level Male Zerg, unable to even temporarily suppress it. The muscles in his arms spasmed and swelled with pain, and he had consecutively bitten the tip of his tongue several times, yet failed to stay completely clear-headed.

And while Lin You was touching here and there, the System had to remind him, "Host, the intensity is not enough."

At this rate, it won't reach 50%.

Lin You: "How much more is needed?"

System: "Not much, touching the skin should be enough."

The System's task was a matter of life and death. Lin You dared to quietly pull little tricks, but he didn't dare to directly disobey. His gaze quietly swept over Lenon's body, looking for a place to start.

The Major General was wearing a formal uniform, properly covered from head to toe. It would be a bit difficult to touch his skin.

Lenon's back tensed even straighter.

As a Military Female Zerg, he was very sensitive to gazes. The moment Lin You's critical and scrutinizing gaze fell on him, he noticed it. Lenon smiled bitterly in secret, thinking, 'If there were more Pheromones right now, I'm afraid I'd lose my composure on the spot.'

He found it hard to determine whether the Pheromone's enticement was unintentional or a deliberate coercion, nor was he clear on the Third Highness's specific intentions.

However, he saw Lin You's fingers move slightly, touching the skin at his wrist.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it separated upon contact.

This was a very gentlemanly action, not abrupt even between friends, but to a Female Zerg on the verge of collapse, it was merely the final straw that broke the camel's back.

'...So uncomfortable.'

He tried his best to maintain his poise, but his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. Lin You was touching his hand and instantly felt it, "Lenon? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Lenon smiled. His self-esteem didn't allow him to make a fool of himself in front of a superior officer. The powerful self-control of a Military Female Zerg suppressed all discomfort, and he remained perfectly calm, "The room temperature is a bit high."

Lenon said he was fine, but the trembling under his hands couldn't be faked. Lin You was suspicious for a moment, and then immediately thought of Lenon's character in the novel. He muttered, "I won't believe your nonsense about being fine," and then directly knocked on the System, "What's wrong with Lenon? Is this in the novel?"

"Yes, the Major General also lost his composure in the original text, but what you did was far less severe than the original owner. Logically, it shouldn't be like this. I'll check."

A massive stream of data flowed through the System. A moment later, System 55 said, "Found it... Match results, Pheromone hypersensitivity. Oh my god, Host, your compatibility with the Major General is even higher than the original owner's, unbelievably high. He is very sensitive to your Pheromone."

Lin You abruptly put down his chopsticks.

He was not a native resident and didn't know how terrifying Pheromone hypersensitivity was, but he knew that Lenon in the novel had once suffered a fate worse than death because of it. It was already like that with the original owner, so what if his compatibility was even higher?

Admiral Hoyle looked up in surprise, only to hear Lin You quickly say, "Let's stop here today. I'm so tired, I want to go back and rest."

Male Zergs always did whatever came to mind, arrogant and capricious. Hoyle wasn't the least bit surprised and just nodded slightly, "Alright."

He turned to Lenon. "Then, Major General, please take Youyou home."

Lenon's back was soaked in sweat, yet his face remained calm. He nodded courteously, "Of course, Admiral."

The two got up and left the table, arriving at the mall parking lot. Lenon sat in the driver's seat, sincerely rejoicing that he had purchased a flying car equipped with an autopilot system. He buried his face in the shadows and operated the instruments with slightly trembling hands, failing to tap on the destination several times. Bead-sized cold sweat seeped down his forehead. Lenon maintained his etiquette and smiled apologetically, "Apologies, Your Highness, it might take some time, I..."

A pair of hands touched his cheeks.

Lin You held his face, brought him out of the shadows, and clearly saw the Major General's current appearance.

The silver hair on his forehead was already soaked through, sticking together in strands. His azure blue eyes were empty and blank, his face was pale, and his lips were also pale. At the moment their skin touched, he let out a rapid gasp, his voice hoarse and raspy.

'...I can't hide it anymore.'

A trace of disgust flashed through Lenon's eyes. He absolutely hated this innate physiological trait, yet at this moment, there was no other way. He could only let the Male Zerg turn his face over, exposing all his wretchedness under the glaring white light of the cabin.

Lin You gasped, "Is it very uncomfortable?"

"..."

Of course it was uncomfortable, but Lenon couldn't say so. Not only would this fail to arouse the sympathy of the Male Zerg, it might also lead to even more excessive indecent play.

Lenon smiled mockingly at himself. In a trance, he remembered the standard procedures taught by his professors in school. Over long periods of torment, his predecessors had long summarized a set of rules on how to make these unbearable days a little more comfortable.

Even in this kind of course, he was the best student.

Thus, he took the Male Zerg's hand, placed it by his lips, and gentlemanly and gently left a kiss. After confirming that there was no disgust in Lin You's eyes, he finally murmured aloud, "My Third Highness..."

His gaze was deeply affectionate and devoted, his tone lingering and gentle, as if this Male Zerg in front of him, whom he had only met a few times, was the lover he had pursued for three lifetimes, the soulmate he had bitterly searched for, and he was obsessed with him, captivated by him, and offering up everything for him.

Lenon knelt on one knee in the narrow cabin and performed a knight's salute. He gazed at Lin You almost piously, and then opened his lips, "Your Highness, yes, I feel a bit unwell, because we haven't seen each other in a long time. I don't know if you miss me the way I miss you, but every night, I eagerly look forward to meeting you again..."

"...Lenon?"

"I hope I'm not being presumptuous." Lenon held his hand. He could barely maintain his kneeling posture, and the muscles in his legs were starting to go soft and spasm, but his gaze remained steady, "...However, Your Highness, I have a small wish, I wonder if you could grant it?"

Lin You: "Tell me."

Lenon nuzzled into his palm and flashed a blurry smile, "I want to beg you for a session of pleasure, may I?"

"..."

The System had already displayed the treatment plan for hypersensitivity on the screen. The simplest method was exchanging bodily fluids through kissing, sleeping together, etc., but Lenon clearly had no emotional foundation with him, and he was afraid Lenon would be unwilling. The second option was to go to the hospital and inject suppressants. In fact, during the pauses in their conversation, System 55 had already taken over the flying car's operating system, and they were maximizing their speed, heading towards the nearest hospital.

Lin You glanced at the navigation. The area around the commercial district was congested during the evening rush hour, and the sky was densely packed with flying cars. The navigation showed some roads in red, and it was estimated to take at least another twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes. He highly doubted whether Lenon's current state could endure it.

Seeing the Male Zerg not speaking, Lenon's azure blue eyes slightly dimmed.

He knelt exhaustedly on the ground, his silver-white hair losing its luster. Amidst the physical agony, his mind thought indifferently, 'Is it useless? Even begging like this, is it useless?'

To an ordinary Male Zerg, a Major General expressing submission like this and willingly offering everything should have moved their heart long ago.

But Lin You sat steadily in his seat. There were only two possibilities: either he had seen through Lenon's clumsy tricks and intentionally strung him along to torture him, or he simply loathed Lenon and had not the slightest interest in Major General Iris's body.

Whichever case it was, it was very bad news for Lenon.

He slightly closed his eyes, forced out a smile, and tried to salvage the situation, "Apologies, Your Highness, I was abrupt. I was merely too deeply in love and truly couldn't control myself. Please forgive my presumptuousness... mm!"

Lin You pressed against his lip, forcing him to shut up, "Next time you feel very uncomfortable, don't spout these polite pleasantries."

He leaned down and moved closer.

Kisses, fragmentary kisses.

Wet and hot kisses assaulted the corners of his lips. Lin You gently licked the Major General's lower lip, tasting a bit of the metallic tang of blood—it had just been bitten raw by Lenon himself.

Lin You thought in his heart: 'Who cares if Lenon is willing or not? Anyway, according to the original text, our marriage is set in stone. Whether there's an emotional foundation or not, Lenon has to obediently marry me.'

Pheromones flooded into his mouth overwhelmingly. The citrus scent filled the flying car, like the warm sunlight of an early summer afternoon. Lenon felt as if he were soaking in hot water; his body was comfortable and relaxed, and his limbs were languidly unwilling to move.

But he soon discovered that Lin You was simply overly green. The Empire's noble Third Highness possessed almost no kissing technique, merely licking and sucking by instinct. Lenon paused slightly, then relaxed his jaw, leading Lin You into a lingering entanglement of lips and teeth. He suppressed the urge to plunder the Pheromones, but his movements were unavoidably anxious, losing their proper restraint. Before long, he unexpectedly began to faintly gain the upper hand.

"..."

Lin You bit him resentfully.

It wasn't heavy, and it didn't bleed.

The dull ache on the tip of his tongue sobered Lenon up. He was still unsatisfied. Half a month of restraint and excessive injections had made him extremely sensitive to Pheromones, and this lingering kiss was like drinking poison to quench thirst.

'How should I ask for more?'

The System had quietly changed the route, swapping the destination from the hospital to the Prince's mansion.

Lin You was kissed until he was completely disoriented and a bit deprived of oxygen. As a top being kissed like this, it was truly a loss of face. If this were his past life, it would be to the extent of being mocked by his friends and fans for a year.

Lin You was a little angry, resentfully wiping his lips, and asked, "Have you had enough?"

His tone wasn't friendly; it was a bit fierce.

If it were before, Lenon would have apologized cleanly and crisply. But he had always known how to seize opportunities to push his luck. He let his gaze fall on Lin You. The Third Highness had the most outstanding appearance among the princes, a kind of reserved and noble good looks. Now, with a faint anger dyeing his face, he still didn't look intimidating.

'He seems more embarrassed and annoyed, not very angry.'

Lenon suddenly wanted to test the waters, to see if Lin You's previous indulgence towards him was an illusion or not.

So he raised his face, still maintaining a pious look, then took Lin You's hand and placed another kiss on the back of his hand.

Lin You became vigilant, "...What exactly do you want?"

Lenon pressed his face against Lin You's palm, rubbing affectionately against it. His silver-white long hair brushed over Lin You's fingertips, like some large animal acting spoiled.

He asked softly, "Your Highness, what if I say, it's still not enough?"