Chapter 51 Seven Days

Chapter 51: Seven Days

Xierlan was hugged tightly, Sexia resting his head on his shoulder, gazing at him with slow, gentle movements, filled with focus, so clear it felt bottomless.

The human serving porridge paused, his beautiful ice-blue eyes looking at him calmly, in a very good mood, a clear smile curling his lips.

"You've worked hard, baby, I made dinner—you go ahead and eat first. I'll bring the porridge over right after."

Sexia murmured in response, his lips brushing against Xierlan's chin, leaving a very faint kiss before letting go and washing their bowls and utensils, placing them neatly on the dining table.

When Xierlan came out with the porridge, he saw the gift on the table and asked curiously, "What's this...?"

Sexia pointed with a finger, gently pushing the paper bag toward him. Xierlan picked it up and opened it, finding it heavy with substance.

"These are the matching pottery cups for couples we painted together."

The firing process had to wait until previous customers' pieces were done, and today, after the cups were fired, a dedicated delivery Bug brought them over.

Xierlan then remembered—they had been told it would take one or two months, and now the timing was perfect. He had originally planned to pick them up when he had time, but he hadn't expected Sexia to have retrieved them.

Xierlan carefully took the contents out of the bag, afraid of dropping and breaking them. The kitten and puppy cups were placed perfectly intact. Xierlan knew that the fired colors would appear darker than they appeared originally, so the lighter shades they had applied now looked just right after firing—utterly adorable.

Xierlan excitedly went to wash and sterilize them. "We can start using them tomorrow. They're being sterilized in the cabinet now."

After placing them properly, Xierlan sat back down, looking eagerly at Sexia as they ate together.

He loved simple moments like this—sharing meals with his loved one. Just thinking about it made him happy.

And this moment was no exception!

Sexia took a few bites, seeing the human’s sparkling eyes fixed on him, and his heart softened repeatedly.

Lately, he had been gradually tightening his net. The royal family suspected nothing of him, and he estimated that within a month, he would be able to return to the military and regain his authority.

The Bugs in the political circle needed reshuffling.

In just a few breaths, Sexia had already planned his next move—who to bring down first next—but on the surface, he remained calm and peaceful, quietly finishing dinner Xierlan had prepared before being coaxed by the human into bathing together.

Even though they'd seen each other naked countless times, Sexia still felt somewhat shy.

He rarely bathed with Xierlan; most of the time, it was Xierlan helping him wash, clean, and reduce swelling.

Although Sexia often said he could do it himself, Xierlan was stubborn—if prevented from helping, he'd sulk, making it ultimately impossible for Sexia to refuse.

This time, once they entered the bathroom, Xierlan closed the door. Out of habit, he hung up his clothes, set towels within reach, and began undressing.

The bathroom’s decor and lighting were very cozy, casting a soft, glazed light on Xierlan’s body, smooth like jade. As he undressed, his hair tousled, fluffy, some strands curling.

His dark, grape-like eyes looked over, blinking. "Why haven't you undressed yet, baby?"

Sexia turned his head away, as if struggling to endure it, and began unbuttoning his clothes.

Once undressed, his physique became even clearer—his muscles tight and well-defined, exceptionally beautiful. The scar on his abdomen had faded significantly, but a faint trace remained.

Xierlan couldn’t look away, though it was purely out of admiration. He had muscles too, originally similar to Sexia’s musculature, but lately, with all the moving and lifting involved in his research, he had developed them further.

Xierlan had toned his arms and also shaped his waist and back. He had put in significant effort to make his physique resemble a work of art.

Sexia’s body was truly powerful yet slender.

Xierlan loved it. He couldn’t help but raise a hand, gently resting it on the soft abdomen of the female Bug, feeling the strength beneath the skin through a layer of flesh.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The female Bug’s strength and terrifying regenerative ability made it hard for him to connect it with the Sexia before him, yet he undeniably possessed that power.

Xierlan grew serious.

He felt it had to do with how much he loved Sexia, always feeling the need to protect him! It wasn’t that he looked down on Sexia intentionally—it was just that Xierlan really wanted to shrink Sexia down small enough to carry in his pocket.

Just thinking about it was adorable!

But Sexia suddenly felt an urge to flee. Normally, having his scars looked at wasn’t something unbearable, but Xierlan’s serious, focused expression and the warmth of his palm made Sexia want to shrink away.

He remembered… several of his male Bug friends seemed to be preparing for eggs one after another.

Was Xierlan… wanting an egg?

Sexia’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing. Xierlan, however, clung to him, pressing him onto a chair and leaning in intimately.

Xierlan just thought Sexia’s stomach was cute and beautiful—he wanted to snuggle against it.

After pressing against it for a while, he straightened up and kissed Sexia’s chin several times. "I’ll help you bathe."

Seeing Sexia’s slightly surprised look, Xierlan thought he was just shy. "It’s fine, I won’t bother you."

Lately, Sexia had been very busy and needed proper rest.

The female Bug quietly accepted the human’s request, and soon his body was covered in lather as Xierlan rubbed and soaped him, making him look like he’d been buried in snow.

The temperature was comfortable, and having water on his skin didn’t make him feel cold. Xierlan massaged his shoulders, neck, and back, slowly working down to his waist.

"When I was little, I often massaged my parents—mostly my mom. She was really amazing, handling unloading and organizing goods herself, but over time, her shoulders and neck developed issues. My dad and I took turns massaging her."

His massage skills were quite proficient.

Sexia seemed to sense Xierlan’s expertise, his initially tense body relaxing, and a heavy drowsiness washing over him.

Xierlan adjusted the temperature, gently rinsed off all the soap, dried him with a soft towel, and carried him to bed.

By the time Xierlan finished his own bath, Sexia was already fast asleep.

He walked over, quietly admiring his wife’s adorable, curled-up sleeping form, couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, then sneakily got into bed, careful not to wake him.

The next day, when Xierlan woke up, the female Bug beside him was already gone, leaving only a note.

[Pino Star isn’t safe lately. Stay indoors. Handling some matters—might not return for three days. Message me if you miss me. —Sexia]

Xierlan immediately grabbed his light brain and sent a long message saying how much he missed him.

Xierlan: Baby, stay safe! Waiting for you to come back!!!

Xierlan: [Well-behaved.JPG]

Xierlan: I’ll message you often!

Xierlan fully embraced his clingy Bug nature, frequently bombarding Sexia with messages while diligently continuing his research.

Most of the time, he was busy with analysis and development, with no time to go out. But from the news videos on his light brain, he could see that Pino Star had many cases of murder and robbery lately—definitely not a good time to go out. After all, he couldn’t fight, only knowing some basic self-defense techniques.

99 would often run out to go fangirl over couples, having developed a kind of habit for it, and would come back fangirling incessantly.

Under normal circumstances, Xierlan would ask what memorable moments it had witnessed, but now that his research was making progress, he was eager to experiment and let the system remotely watch a few couples fangirling and flailing on its own.

Seven days passed in a flash. Sexia seemed to have been delayed, unable to make it back in three days as promised. He came home in the middle of the night and, seeing no human sleeping in the room, walked down to the research lab in the basement.

But Sexia was clearly in bad shape—there was obvious anxiety and restlessness about him, and his movements as he went to find Xierlan were rushed.

Xierlan hadn’t slept yet and was reviewing test reports. He had only managed to analyze 20% of the Blocking Potion, as he didn't have full mastery of most of the materials and was learning as he went along.

When he saw Sexia return, he blinked, thinking he might be mistaken, until Sexia actually stood outside the lab, and he finally felt the reality of Sexia’s return.

Xierlan decisively dropped everything he was doing. After all, he didn’t know when Sexia would leave again. What if they only had this one night together, and he spent it working? That would be such a pity.

Xierlan took off his protective gear, making sure he hadn’t been contaminated before breathing a sigh of relief. He walked over, his tone almost whined, "Baby, it’s been a whole week! We haven’t seen each other!!"

Xierlan’s mind was full of data and thoughts of Sexia, and the moment he saw him, he affectionately hugged him without a hint of anger.

Xierlan was scared sick that something might have happened to him outside, that he wouldn't come back, and only relaxed when he saw him reply.

Honestly, it was absolutely terrifying!

Holding the human, Sexia’s confused state cleared up slightly.

Sexia didn’t answer him. Instead, without another word, he cupped Xierlan’s face and kissed him. It was rare for Sexia to be so proactive and aggressive. Xierlan didn’t react at first, but then his palms climbed up Sexia’s back, allowing himself to passively experience the kiss.

Xierlan felt as if his soul was being kissed away. He reached out and touched, indeed feeling the familiar sensation.

Perhaps it was the separation of seven days that caused the insect’s fever and confusion due to dependence on his pheromones—after all, they usually met every two or three days.

Seven days was far too long.

Sexia, breathing in the familiar scent, felt his legs weaken. He wrapped his arms around the human’s waist, allowing his body to gradually become exposed inch by inch.

Xierlan accepted him, his teeth gently biting, as if to prevent him from retreating.

"Relax, Sexia."

Xierlan whispered, kissing his body gently.

"Open up for me."

His unbearably hot body suddenly pressed against the cold wall, and some of Sexia’s rationality returned.

He obediently listened to the human’s words.