Zerg's True Fragrance

"Master." Jin hid the can behind his back in a panic, feeling cold in his heart.

Han Le thought he should be angry, but no, he leaned against the kitchen door and admired Jin's panicked expression for a while.

When the two of them stood together, Jin was half a head taller than Han Le, but now with his hands behind his back, his body was pitifully huddled, revealing a cute feeling.

The female who has just been soothed will minimize the vigilance of her male, otherwise, with the aptitude of gold, it is absolutely impossible not to notice his arrival.

In the last life, when he first traveled through time, he was unfamiliar with the place of life, and he was trembling every day, and he mostly respected Jin. Now that he thinks about it, he realizes that he missed a lot of things.

For example, the rich facial expressions of my female monarch.

Han Le couldn't see any emotion on his face, and said, "Throw it away."

Jin didn't have the courage to look at the half-opened can again, and reluctantly threw it into the trash can, revealing bits and pieces of pain in his blue eyes.

"Hand out."

Kim held up his hands.

Han Le raised his whip high, and slapped Jin's palm hard.

Han Le felt that he had used a lot of strength, but in the end there was only a faint red mark on Jin's palm.

Han Le raised his whip again.

Jin lowered his eyes, didn't look at him, and didn't hide, with a resigned look.

Finally he put the whip lightly on Jin's hand.

No matter how long he has been in Zerg, Han Le, as a person, cannot accept domestic violence in his bones.

Han Le thought that he had been assimilated by the Zerg long ago, but he was not.

"make a fist."

Jin subconsciously clenched the whip in his hand.

Holding the other end, Han Le took away the female gentleman who came out to look for food in the middle of the night.

Lying back on the bed again, Jin's nervousness dissipated, and he noticed the grievance in the deep hunger.

He thought for a while, then quietly reached out to grab Han Le's pajamas.

"My lord, did I do something wrong?"

"No."

There was no light in the room, and in the darkness, Han Le felt Jin Weibu sighed.

In fact, Jin hoped that the hero would give him a good beating. Those utensils were all brought by him, and they would not cause any irreversible damage to him.

But hunger could, the feeling of hunger could almost drive him mad.

He had been hungry for a long time, a long and dark time that he hadn't remembered for a long time.

Han Le didn't fall asleep all night, and Jin lay beside him stiff, and even his spirit revealed a painful feeling.

The influence of habit is great, even though Han Le didn't want to pay attention to it, his mental thread subconsciously entangled with him to comfort Jin.

Jin doesn’t know when he fell asleep, and when he wakes up, Han Le is standing by the bed watching him.

"Xiongzhu, I'm sorry I got up late." Jin jumped up from the bed quickly and stood at attention on the spot.

Han Le took a serious look at Jin. Compared with yesterday, he seemed to be more energetic.

The moment Jin woke up, the spiritual thread rubbed against Jin affectionately, almost completely enveloping Jin.

Jin can't feel this. Females have extremely weak perception of spiritual power. For them, the only function of spiritual power is to allow them to safely pass through the berserk period, and no female would think that a male would take the precious His mental strength is released at will in normal times.

Seeing that the hero didn't pay attention to him, Jin felt a little nervous subconsciously.

"I'm going to make you breakfast."

"Ah."

Han Le nodded and withdrew his mental thread.

Kim packed himself hastily and ran to the kitchen, glancing up at the time as he passed the living room.

06:30am.

Jin hesitated for a moment.

"Make porridge." Han Le swayed down the stairs slowly, holding Guangnao in his hand.

"Yes." Jin clasped his hands and asked again in embarrassment, "Xiong Lord, can I have a can today?"

Han Le glanced at him, walked straight to the kitchen without saying a word.

When Jin Zai Han Le passed by, his whole body was stiff. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a hint of malice in the eyes of the hero.

Han Le washed the rice skillfully and put the pot on the stove.

He glanced at Kim.

Kim walked into the kitchen knowingly.

Han Le returned to the sofa. He received a message from his colleagues in the court in the morning, saying that a leader from the court would come to inspect him recently. If he performed well, he might be promoted.

The entire court knew that Han Le was a workaholic.

Obviously, as a male, as long as he arranges his marriage reasonably, he can live without worrying about food and clothing for the rest of his life, but he doesn't, he can do everything, and he has 12 enthusiasm for his work.

When many male colleagues mentioned his name, they would curl their lips, not understanding what a male was working so hard for.

Looking back now, he actually felt that it made sense.

He wrote back and rejected his colleague's offer.

Male worms will have about half a month of marriage leave when they get married, of which one week is spent with females and one week is used for fun.

In his previous life, he went back and got the opportunity to be promoted as he wished. After that, he was promoted all the way, and sat in the position of chief justice at a young age. He was the only male among the chief judges at that time.

He had already seen the scenery from the heights, but there was nothing to see.

Isn't it interesting to stay at home and torment your own female monarch?

While thinking about it, the fragrance of rice wafted out from the kitchen.

For the hungry, the aroma of rice is enough to tempt.

Han Le could almost imagine Jin standing in the kitchen swallowing frantically.

He understands that feeling very well.

In his previous life, he had been hungry for several days. At that time, he felt in a trance that even without Jin's shot, he would not survive the next day.

"Jin." Han Le called out.

Jin came out of the kitchen with red eyes.

Is this crying from hunger?Han Le was a little surprised.

"Come here." Han Le patted the sofa next to him, and showed Jin the page on the optical brain.

Jin understood.

The female paternity is the property of the male, and all property under the name naturally belongs to the male.As for the restraint of the female monarch, it is only that when the male worms ask for property sharing, they cannot refuse.

In his previous life, Han Le never asked for Jin's property to be shared. He has been working hard to earn money to support his family, and finally got what he wanted, with a considerable savings.

Han Le thought that when he died, the savings had not been used up, and his heart ached suddenly.

Then he saw Jin's balance, and his heart ached even more.

Jin's balance is a dizzying long list of numbers, and he even owns a few small planets.

After he died in his previous life, Jin wouldn't live long, and it's unclear who got the better of this string of numbers in the end.

Neither of them enjoyed material life, and thus ended their short lives.

In all fairness, he doesn't hate Jin. When the regimes took over, it was like this. He climbed too high, and his reputation was indeed bad. In the eyes of onlookers, it can be said that he deserved death.

But Kim made him sad by not telling him anything while he was plotting.

He was not prepared at all, so the army broke through the gate and took him to prison.

"Xiongzhu." Jin put his hand on Han Le's lap carefully, "I will earn a lot of money in the future."

Han Le felt a numbness on his leg, and dense goosebumps instantly filled his entire leg.

He really didn't hate Kim, but he resented him.

"Yeah." Han Le saved his leg calmly, "Call me when the porridge is ready."

Jin was momentarily discouraged.

He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

"Yes."

Jin's eye sockets were red again, and his blue eyes were wet, like pools of sea water.

Han Le's mental thread rushed out before he could react, and patted Jin's head spontaneously.

In four more days, King will be back to normal.

Thinking of this, Han Le found an angle that Jin couldn't see, and took a photo of Jin's pitiful appearance with his optical brain.

The porridge was cooked quickly, and the house was full of fragrance.

Jin held the bowl carefully, trying to restrain his urge to pour the whole bowl of porridge into his mouth.

He just figured it out, when the male worm wants to torment the female, it always depends on his mood. If the male lord wants to torment him, he just accepts it.

"My lord, it's time to eat."

Jin put the bowl on the dining table, served a few more side dishes, and brought out two eggs.

Put the tablecloth on, and stand aside in a dignified manner.

Han Le took a sip from the bowl, glanced at Jin standing next to him from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt that this respectful look was against harmony.

He put down the bowl and sighed exaggeratedly: "It's really delicious."

Jin stood beside him quietly.

He poked Jin's waist with the head of his chopsticks.

"Hero?"

Jin subconsciously restrained the urge to hide, and looked over in confusion. "Go get a bowl of porridge."

Jin looked down at the porridge in Xiongzhu's bowl that had only been taken a sip, and realized belatedly that he seemed to be able to eat.

Han Le waited for Jin to sit opposite before starting to drink porridge again.

It’s been a long time since Jin sat across from him and cooked hard, but it’s actually quite warm when you think about it carefully.

After finishing the porridge, Jin cautiously raised his head and asked, "Xiong Lord, can I have another can?"

Han Le nodded.

He knew Kim's appetite.Army females generally have big appetites, especially Jin. In his previous life, he once fell into the illusion that he could not support his family because of Jin's appetite.

Jinfeng stuffed several cans like a cloud, and only after he was full did he feel a little embarrassed.

"Master, I usually don't eat so much."

Jin looked at the pile of canned boxes in front of him, knowing that his words were not convincing, so he kept speaking in a whisper.

Han Le looked at Jin, who was covered in red, and fell into deep thought.

Jin was used to seeing him like this, and he didn't know how to face the female monarch who had returned to indifference after a few days.

After Jin was full, his whole body was full of strength.

He stood up and happily cleaned up the dining table. After washing the dishes, he came out of the kitchen. When he was picking up the trash, he found a familiar thing in the trash can - a black whip.

That whip was held by Han Le last night.

Recalling Han Le's look at that time, Jin picked the whip out of the trash can.

He was sure that the hero wanted to beat him at that time.

When Han Le came back to his senses, he saw Jin squatting beside him, holding a familiar whip in his hand, looking at him innocently.

"My lord, do you want to slap me?"