At this moment, on the starship.
Su Hanjing looked distressedly at Cheng Yushu, who was in a special period.
"I should have been more forceful and not let you come along."
She pulled him into her arms, gently stroking the antennae on his head.
Cheng Yushu's face was flushed, his figure slender, and his skin faintly glowed with a trace of transparency.
The tips of the antennae on his head were as red as if they were ripe, and he lay in Su Hanjing's arms, his breath slightly panting.
"I worry about you."
Su Hanjing sighed helplessly, "In your current state, who's really worrying about whom, hmm?"
Cheng Yushu's face turned even redder.
"But you also know that in this state, I can't be without you."
His voice was so soft it was almost coquettish.
The young man, usually indifferent in front of others, showed a hint of flirtation in front of his wife.
