The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

As the sky gradually darkened, the villa lit up. Exquisite and appetizing dishes were brought to the table, steaming and fragrant.

The variety of dishes was impressive, covering a spectrum of sour, spicy, salty, and sweet flavors.

In reality, the Zerg physical constitution had been strengthened through evolution; it was far more resilient than that of humans. They did not need to eat frequently, and they could even get by with just nutrient packs.

Yet, Bai Xingluo still insisted on preparing a full table of dishes.

He had originally stood by the dining table, but Tong Sui quickly pulled him down to sit. “Meals are more delicious when eaten together.”

Bai Xingluo paused, but this time, he did not refuse.

His mind was not on the food, but entirely on the young male beside him. He silently took note of Tong Sui’s preference for each dish, calculating a rough menu for the next meal.

Seeing that Tong Sui had eaten enough, Bai Xingluo ladled him another bowl of corn and pork rib soup.

“My Lord, is there anything you want?”

Tong Sui took the bowl, took a large gulp, and said casually, “Does wanting to eat such delicious food every day count?”

Bai Xingluo’s heart softened. He took a few seconds to compose himself before speaking. “This place is quite large, and we can still add many things. You can buy anything you like.”

“Then can I buy some seeds?”

“What?”

He suspected he had misheard.

“Vegetable seeds,” Tong Sui said. “I noticed the open space in the yard is quite large. I should be able to grow some vegetables myself. That way, we can eat vegetables we grew ourselves later.”

“But the soil is dirty; it will stain you. I can hire some Zergs to take care of it; you don’t need to trouble yourself with this.”

“I want to do something for you, too.”

Bai Xingluo’s breathing deepened. Once again, his perception of the male before him was refreshed. He nodded solemnly.

“Very well, I will place the order now. Is there anything else you want? Anything at all—a starship, or something else—it’s all fine.”

“Nothing else.”

Tong Sui didn’t even have a driver’s license, let alone know how to pilot a starship. If one had to name his hobbies, they amounted to nothing more than being a homebody and watching TV.

He was just that much of a “salted fish” (couch potato).

After the meal, Bai Xingluo, as usual, finished off all the leftover food.

Unlike his dilapidated former residence, this place had high-end smart housekeeping robots, so there was no need to wash the dishes by hand.

Tong Sui watched the small, humanoid robot—with its round, short arms—stuffing the plates one by one into its belly. Inside the semi-transparent glass, the dishes rolled around and bubbled, which was quite entertaining.

As he watched, Tong Sui suddenly realized a problem. He asked, “There should be functional robots for cooking too, right?”

Then why did Bai Xingluo still insist on cooking himself?

After the meal, Tong Sui returned to their new room.

The master bedroom was incredibly spacious, with polished marble floors, a minimalist yet grand style, and a floor-to-ceiling window facing the blue river bend of Galaxy Island.

The brilliant city lights dotted the distance, looking like a galaxy fallen to earth.

In comparison, the small cardboard box he had brought back from the rental apartment seemed even smaller.

Tong Sui opened the box. He wasn’t very interested in the gaming equipment and didn’t really know how to use it, so he decided to leave it in the storage room for now.

After organizing everything, he pulled open the wardrobe to put away his clothes.

The closet was large, but there weren’t many clothes inside, all in minimalist, muted colors.

The most eye-catching piece was the deep blue military uniform.

It was preserved perfectly—pressed neatly without a single unnecessary wrinkle. The epaulets shone brightly, representing supreme honor.

Tong Sui couldn’t help but recall the Bai Xingluo he first saw on the screen, also in this crisp military uniform, as cold and distant as the snow on a cliffside.

It held a natural, magical attraction—perhaps something akin to a natural worship of power.

“My Lord.”

Tong Sui was so engrossed that he was startled by the voice behind him.

When he turned around, the expression on his face was somewhat unnatural.

Bai Xingluo’s gaze lingered for a moment, moving past him to the military uniform behind him.

Males generally loathed military Zergs, including the military uniforms that symbolized power.

Some psychologically twisted males even liked to make their military Zergs wear this uniform while being abused, as if that could compensate for their own natural lack of physical strength and vent their inner inferiority.

But he didn’t see any trace of such disgust in Tong Sui’s eyes.

Those eyes were bright, and he seemed to genuinely like it.

Bai Xingluo spoke unconsciously: “Are you curious about the military uniform? If you want to see it, you can take it down.”

“May I see you wear it?”

Tong Sui said it very softly. Perhaps realizing that his request was a bit rude, his earlobes flushed a faint red, and he added, “…It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

He really wanted to see Bai Xingluo wear that outfit with his own eyes.

An arm reached out from beside him, taking down the uniform. The medals jingled with a crisp, cold sound as they swayed.

“As long as it is the Male Lord’s request, I will agree to it.”

Picking up this set of clothes after such a long time, it felt strangely unfamiliar. The uniform represented so much of the past he had experienced.

Bai Xingluo couldn’t describe what he was feeling.

He raised his long, well-defined fingers and slowly buttoned the coat. His restrained movements carried a sense of asceticism and an inexplicable allure.

The outfit seemed tailored for him. The dark uniform made his skin look even fairer, and his long, silver-white hair cascaded down like moonlight, or perhaps a type of cold metal—an extreme and sharp beauty.

Like a sharp longsword, gleaming with a biting chill, as cold as frost.

This was how he should be, standing in the brightest position, and not as a subordinate to anyone.

“Luo-luo, you look so good in that uniform.”

Tong Sui looked at him, his eyes filled only with his figure.

Bai Xingluo was dazed for a moment.

Just standing there and saying that one sentence was enough to make his heart yearn.

He had worn this uniform in front of countless Zergs and had seen many expressions from males—jealousy, disdain, fear—but never one like this.

His hand, buttoning the last button, trembled inexplicably. It took a few tries before he finally secured it.

Click. Tong Sui used his optical computer to capture this moment, having the system save it in his private space.

System: 【Why save this?】

Tong Sui: Don’t you think he looks good?

Although the system was just an intelligent program, it had the ability to distinguish beauty from ugliness.

Bai Xingluo already had great proportions, broad shoulders and a narrow waist and wearing the tailored, stiff military uniform only amplified his advantages.

It was indeed very pleasing to the eye.

Bai Xingluo didn’t really know how to respond. He could only say quite bluntly, “If you like it, I can wear it for you every day.”

“No need, I like whatever else you wear, too.”

After all, with a face like that, everything looked attractive on him.

Bai Xingluo dodged his gaze and looked toward the luggage Tong Sui hadn’t finished organizing yet. “I’ll help you pack. I’ve already adjusted the hot water for you; you should go take a bath first.”

“Mm, sorry for the trouble.”

Tong Sui had gradually adapted to Bai Xingluo’s persistence in these small matters.

These were trivial things that weren’t troublesome to do, and since he couldn’t win the argument, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Bai Xingluo took off the military uniform and hung it up.

He hung Tong Sui’s clothes one by one into the closet. The previously empty space was now filled. The two completely different styles sat together, surprisingly harmonious.

His light-colored eyes were exceptionally bright, and the smile caused the coldness to fade from his entire being.

He reached out and moved Tong Sui’s clothes a bit further toward the center until the original gap disappeared, pressing them tightly against his own.

He closed the wardrobe in contentment and let out a deep sigh.

It felt as if he wasn’t just pressing clothes together.