The Interstellar Commander Assigned to Me by the Central Brain Is All Bark and No Bite

> The day the System transmigrated her to the stars, the central AI perfectly matched her with a cold, taciturn federal commander.

> Everyone sighed that the commander had been forced into the marriage and would sooner or later send her to a cryogenic pod.

> Then she awakened an extraordinary luck ability. A casual stroll led her to an ultra-S-grade energy fruit, and getting lost brought her face-to-face with a rare mineral vein.

> Late at night, the commander pulled her into his arms, his voice husky. “Stop going out into the wilderness.”

> She reluctantly gave up her plans to explore, only to hear him sigh, “Every time you leave, I worry so much I can barely keep myself under control.”