Q: How to develop a sweet relationship with a female gentleman

Chapter 202 Extra - Past Chapter (1)

After waking up, Wen Zhimo returned to the past, which was the day when the female insect in his home just returned from the third galaxy.

At this time, he was still in the Imperial Research Institute dealing with the finishing work on the red tile grass. Not only was he unaware of the news of the female insect's injury and return, but his relationship with the other party was also in an awkward and disconnected state.

It all sounds terrible...

Wen Zhimo sat on the sofa, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

The soft light cast a shadow over the man's handsome face, making it impossible to tell his emotions or his thoughts, but the deep silence still revealed his irritability to some extent.

It would be a few days before he would meet the female insect again.

too long……

What's the female insect's contact number...

After a long time, Wen Zhimo entered a number on the terminal and clicked on the friend request.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Youan did not turn on the light, but let his body sink into the darkness, staring at his left hand silently and paranoidly, like a dead sculpture, without any life.

He was injured in the Third System and lost the feeling in his left hand.

Dying on the battlefield is the best destination for a military female. Youan has indeed prepared everything, but when things really happen, his mood will become different.

Because he was not dead, he was just disabled.

Perhaps the most terrifying thing in the world is not death, but living in pain, witnessing one's own demise, enduring one's own incompetence, and getting used to the ridicule and pity of those around you.

To accept a self that is becoming increasingly decayed and lifeless...

Although the medical conditions on the warship cannot be compared with those in the hospitals in the imperial capital, they can more or less reflect something.

Youan didn't want to speculate, or perhaps he vaguely knew the answer wouldn't be what he wanted... Insect God, since he couldn't win the affection of a male insect, please don't let him lose his left hand...

In the darkness, Youan stared at his left hand, emotions surging in his eyes, quiet yet noisy.

The terminal next to it flashed and a message popped up.

During this period, there were always many bugs sending messages asking about his injured left hand, which made him feel a little annoyed and bored. So Youan did not immediately respond to the sudden pop-up message, but leaned on the bed and stayed quietly.

Perhaps because the light from the terminal seemed so sudden and dazzling in the darkness, which was extremely uncomfortable, Youan still picked up the terminal to check.

When I opened it, I found it was a friend request. There was no nickname, no profile picture, and the verification code just said my name:

【Wen Zhimo】

Youan's heart trembled violently, and even his eyelashes trembled.

This is... the name of that male insect.

A few months ago, when he was clearing out pirates in the third galaxy, he suddenly entered estrus and forcibly obtained the other party's mark... Later, he confessed his feelings to the male insect, but was rejected.

The male insect hated him, even despised him, otherwise he would not have rejected him so bluntly, so bluntly that he would ignore the wealth and benefits he could bring.

And why was the male insect contacting him now? Was it because he knew he was injured and was specifically here to taunt him?

Thinking of this, Youan felt his heart was choked with unspeakable shame and bitterness, which surrounded him like a huge net, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Do male insects really hate him that much...

Whether he was cowardly or timid, Youan didn't want to be seen in such a miserable state.

At least, Wen Zhimo didn't see it.

The terminal was turned off, and the light on the screen disappeared. The room returned to darkness and silence. The wind rustled through the window from time to time, bringing a faint sound of sadness and loneliness.

Like a silent female insect in the room.

Youan stopped staring at his left hand and instead stared at the terminal motionlessly, his expression unclear.

I don't know how much time passed, I only know that the wind outside the window never stopped, constantly roaring and howling, completely disturbing the tranquility of the night. And the terminal next to me lit up several times, as if it knew no fatigue.

Wen Zhimo waited for a long time, but his friend didn't come through. So, he could only input the female insect's contact number from memory and dialed...