A 1v1 insectoid story, happy ending.
He only looks weak, loves to grumble to himself, and has a bit of a rogue streak. "You think you can flirt with me? Go ahead and try." Gong: Fei Gong (Mo Tu)
Truly strong, easily embarrassed, and keeps flirting with the gong even when he's blushing. Shou: Jian Ai
After entering military academy, the gong takes the alias Mo Tu and pretends to be female.
When they first meet:
"What the hell is going on?!" Fei Gong stares wide-eyed at Jian Ai, who is kissing him.
Jian Ai's face is slightly red as he concentrates on transferring his heart essence. He really wants to use his tongue, but then he'd definitely get pushed away.
Jian Ai, you're overthinking it. If you weren't transferring heart essence, you'd get pushed away the moment you touched him. A French kiss? Keep dreaming.
Once they're familiar with each other:
"Jian Ai! Jian Ai! Are you okay?! Wake up!" Mo Tu anxiously looks at Jian Ai lying on the ground and quickly helps him up.
Jian Ai speaks weakly. "I'm... fine, just... cough, cough. I'm running low on heart essence... Mm..."
Mo Tu pulls him into an empty corner, cups his face, and starts transferring heart essence.
After they get together:
"My lord, I... I'm running low on heart essence again," Jian Ai says, blushing as he lies through his teeth.
Fei Gong gives him a look that sees right through him. "Are you really running low on heart essence? Hmm?"
"I..." Jian Ai starts, then falls silent... because Mo Tu has covered his mouth.
After a deep kiss, Mo Tu looks at Jian Ai, whose face is even redder. "Next time you want a kiss, just say so~"
Looks like this is too awful. No one's even commenting...
Click on the claw: D It looks good, I hope to keep updating it:)
Come on, please don't give up_(:з∠)_ I was so close to confessing my love.
Don't give up the trap_(:з∠)_
Sprinkle flowers (/≧▽≦/)
Don't give up the trap_(:з∠)_
Don't give up the trap_(:з∠)_
Supplementary points_(:з∠)_
Sprinkle flowers (/≧▽≦/)
Come on, don't give up!
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers