Insectoid: The General's Wife Is Flirting Again

Long Yanchuan, crown prince of the Dragon Clan, died in a battle that tore the heavens apart. When he opened his eyes again…

He had become an “outcast under first-class protection” on an insect planet: a rare male insect, delicate and frail, forcibly assigned a “wife” by the System. His wife, Wen Moyan, was the Empire’s youngest general, with SSS-rank mental power. One slash could cleave a warship in two, and one shoulder could bear an entire star sector.

Cold on the outside and colder within, she lived by three rules:

No romance, no male insects, no cuddling babies. And then…

Long Yanchuan showed up, and all three rules shattered to pieces. A classified file from the General’s residence, discovered late at night:

The bedroom’s secret compartment was packed with plush toys, all sewn by the General herself, with “Wen Mochuan” embroidered on their tails.

The so-called Ice-Faced God of War secretly knitted scarves for her husband. Every time she knitted, she cried golden tears, so she had to curse herself under her breath as she worked to keep anyone from finding out. Meanwhile, the delicate male insect whom the entire internet deemed “in need of protection” was…

By day: obediently drinking his medicine, sweetly calling her “Wifey,” and expertly keeping her happy;

By night: his dragon horns flashing, his tail coiling around her as he scooped up the General trying to sneak out and carried her back to bed. “It’s dangerous out there. Hubby will practice night combat with you.” Then, one day, the Empire’s star network crashed:

[Shocking! The male insect in the General’s household sweeps away an SSS-rank mecha with one flick of his tail!]

[The General goes live late at night to coax her male insect to sleep. Someone steals her plush toy, and her icy “Give it back” instantly makes the whole internet swoon!] The insect elders broke down in tears:

“Please, have an egg! The Empire needs an heir!” Long Yanchuan plopped an egg into Wen Moyan’s arms. “Wifey, you’re the best at laying eggs. I’ll spoil you.” Wen Moyan’s ears flushed bright red. “…Shut up. Fine, I’ll incubate it.”