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Whether it was an accident or a coincidence, Salamander met Julian who was rushing over on the road.

Salamander raised his eyes and glanced at Julian's outfit. It was a light blue suit that was handmade, slim and straight. It was embroidered with a white crane with its wings spread leisurely. The waist was very narrow, as if it could be easily pinched with two hands.

The fingers in his pocket moved, as if he was measuring something. Salamander suddenly realized what was happening and quickly looked away, cursing in his heart that he was crazy.

"Ah~", Julian touched the tip of his nose and said a little embarrassedly, "It seems to be quite cold today."

Hearing this, Salamander paused for a moment, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about some profound philosophy of insect life.

As he was walking, there were suddenly no insects around him. Julian stopped and looked back in confusion, asking, "Why not..."

His body suddenly felt warm, and a breath that did not belong to him enveloped him, like a light, yet intimate hug.

Julian pulled off the clothes covering his head and stared blankly at Salamander who was so close to him. His throat rolled as he swallowed all the remaining questions back into his stomach.

The deep contours of his facial features were softened by the warm light, which was contrary to his bold and unruly hair color, yet surprisingly harmonious with it.

His gaze, lingering on the other person's face, slowly slid away.

The other person's skin color was not like those spoiled heroes in the Imperial Star. It was not delicate and flawless white, but a light honey color full of hormones, and there were many tiny scars on his fingers.

Julian secretly compared it with his eyes. The other person's hand seemed to be a circle larger than his, with distinct joints, and slightly floating dark blue veins, hiding tremendous power.

If caught, it seems difficult to break free.

For no reason, Julian thought of the time when the other party's pheromones were out of balance.

He was pressed fiercely against the door frame by the other party, and his hot, heavy breath sprayed on the back of his neck. His arm was slightly hot from being grasped, as if it was going to melt him, and he was unable to escape at all.

"Snapped"

The crisp snap of fingers tapped beside my ears.

Julian suddenly came back to his senses and met Salamander's smiling and playful eyes. His thin lips opened slightly, which made Julian's eyelids jump and he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second, the deep voice raised a teasing tone, "You like my hand so much, you keep staring at it."

In the cold wind, Julian's cheeks suddenly felt hot. He calmly took a small step back and hid himself in the dark.

Fortunately, the light was not too bright. Julian comforted himself silently. He lowered his head and stared at the fallen leaves on the ground. He quickly changed the subject, "You gave me your coat. Aren't you cold?"

The other party's evasive movement caught Salamander's eyes, leaving him with a slight dissatisfaction.

Salamander crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at the other man. "Don't you know exactly whether I am in good health or not? This little bit of cold is nothing."

The evening breeze did not understand the throbbing spring spirit, and it made Salamander, who was pretending to be cool, shiver.

Julian's mouth twitched, he lowered his eyelashes, and quickly suppressed the smile in his eyes to prevent the other person from getting angry.

He reached out and grabbed his military uniform, raising his hand to return the coat to the other person.

Salamander's expression was slightly stiff, and he raised his foot to avoid the other person's hand. He had a sullen face, looked cold and cool, and walked quickly with his hands in his pockets.

"I don't need it, you can keep it."

"Don't come back sick, there's no bug to cure me of pheromone disorder."

Julian, who was left behind, clenched the military jacket in his hands. The faint smell of sea salt and lemon pheromones lingered in his nostrils, making his nose itch.

After a while, Julian put on the other person's coat again and blushed as he muttered, "You're so stubborn."

Zheng Jingzhou came together with Lin Shucheng, who had almost recovered. They did not attend the dinner and were taken directly to the small garden of the palace.

"Are you cold? I told you to put on an extra coat but you didn't listen. You just got better and you..."

Lin Shuocheng's ears were almost callused by the constant mumbling. "Okay, okay, Zheng Laosan, I'll definitely do it next time."

Feeling perfunctory, Zheng Laosan frowned and said disapprovingly, "What a conceited bastard."

"Nagging ghost." Lin Shuocheng retorted without thinking.

"You're childish."

"You're so annoying."

"..."

The two bugs kept quarreling with each other all the way, but in the end, the sharp-tongued Lin Shucheng won.

Reporter C and Reporter B, who arrived last, looked at the table full of big insects with surprise and silently chose a seat in the corner.

Familiar insects arrived one after another.

"Gurgle", the hot, spicy and fragrant base is boiling in the aluminum pot, the aroma whets the insects' appetite, and the curling fireworks dispel the cold.

The New Year’s Eve dinner is only meaningful if you eat it with insects that are familiar to you.

Su Tang asked the old housekeeper to arrange this hot pot banquet a few days ago.

The garden pavilion is designed to be breathable and have a wide view, while also being windproof, so insects won't feel cold.

The flowing air can also ensure that your body is refreshed without leaving a heavy smell of oil smoke.

The moon was exceptionally bright tonight. They sat under the moonlight, with the fountain as the background music and the garden as the beautiful scenery. Watching the flowers blooming in the night was another kind of beauty.

"I won't say any more. Let's enjoy our meal and drink." Su Tang picked up the first glass of wine of the night and raised it to them.

A large table was filled with all kinds of hot pot ingredients, including a combination of meat and vegetables, taking into account the preferences of the insects.

Each insect has its own small pot, and the soup base also takes into account the taste of each insect. You can tell at a glance that Su Tang has put a lot of effort into it.

Su Tang never hesitates to show his kindness to those who have shown him kindness.

Of course, he naturally focuses most of his attention on his beloved wife.

In front of Bai Xu was a tomato bone soup base. The bone soup had been cooked early in the morning and was filled with fragrance.

Worried that the other party would find the taste too bland, Su Tang prepared two small plates of dipping sauce for him, one sour and spicy, and the other less sour and spicier.

Su Tang picked up a piece of freshly baked crispy fried chicken, dipped it in the sour plum sauce he prepared himself, put it on the plate in front of Bai Xu, and fed him with a smile, "My dear wife, try it."

Everyone was a little reserved at first, but as they ate, they soon relaxed.

After all, with the delicious food in front of them, it is difficult for them to remain reserved.

The D-level cuckoo chicken chick was burrowing in the flowers. Song Xingcheng took good care of it, and it became more and more round like a ball.

The little gray bird dozed off on Lao Liu's head, and the tabby cat curled up beside the white tiger cub, sleeping soundly with its arms around its big, soft, fluffy tail.

Ever since the tabby cat shared dried meat and canned food with the white tiger cub, Xiaobai's attitude towards the other party has become much softer, and in most cases he would not refuse the other party's sticky touches.

Xiaobai listens to Su Tang the most. His master said that this skinny little guy, who could be killed with one of his claws, was a family member, so he reluctantly accepted him as his little brother because he was sensible.

It is only right for the boss to be more generous and tolerant.

Between having one meal to fill you up and having two meals to fill you up, the clever tabby cat chose the latter.

The important thing is that it has a small appetite, and even if Lao Liu gives it too much, it really can't finish it.

Not far away, the black panther in the cage sighed alone at the moon, wondering why it was the only one locked in the cage!!!

Is there anything wrong with being a little bigger?

The tip of its black heart-shaped tail slapped the cage on the ground in frustration.

The lazy little white tiger opened his eyes, and his majestic golden pupils shot towards the black panther unhappily.

The suffocated Black Panther lay down obediently and showed a gesture of submission.

Due to the level suppression, Black Panther was indeed afraid of White Tiger. Plus, Wan Jiaxu liked Black Panther very much. So after discussion, Black Panther was handed over to Wan Jiaxu.

Looking at the couples around him showing their affection openly or secretly, Tabalton, who was enjoying his meal, paused. He pressed his eyelids and suddenly felt that the meat in his mouth was not so delicious anymore.

Suddenly, there was a piece of boiled lamb roll in the bowl. Bai Xinghui was stunned again. He raised his eyelids and met Tabar's slightly expectant eyes. His eyelids suddenly twitched.

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Good afternoon, my dears. I will wrap up the secondary CPs and continue tomorrow (.＾▽＾)