BOSS TRANSMIGRATED INTO A LITTLE CUTIE

ARC 3 - Chapter 3.9

Turning off the communicator, Chris tidied the hair on the side of Qing Yun’s cheek. He bowed his head and kissed the young man’s pinkish face, whispering, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

Including myself.

After pulling the blanket upwards for the boy, Chris got up and walked out.

The warm and non-blinding sunlight shone on the bed. Qing Yun slowly opened his eyes and stretched his back.

Until now, he had been lamenting the wonders of this world, whether it was this one week of shamelessness or the structure of alpha and omega bodies. Thinking of this, Qing Yun couldn’t help but blush, and the side of his head rubbed on the soft pillow.

Although he woke up, Qing Yun had no intention to sit up.

After all, he is now “delicate,” so how can he just move around? Qing Yun snorted, and only then did he properly digest the energy pouring into his soul.

On the Flamingo’s starship, Chris had been the one to finish off Apollon. Qing Yun was terrified for a while, fearing that Heavenly Dao might have noticed something wrong, but it seemed that Chris’s soul was so special that it didn’t even attract the Heavenly Dao’s attention.

The energy given by this world was quite generous, which finally satisfied Qing Yun.

This world’s way of completing quests was relatively new to Qing Yun. He just needed to passively guard the information and secretly put pressure on Chris at the same time.

In just one week, he completed the mission in this world, which surprised Qing Yun.

The thought of detaching from the world played around in his head again, but then Qing Yun remembered how Chris had been surrounding him these days. He couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.

Directly leaving the world, how could it be any more fun than staying behind and screwing with him a little?

Admiral Chris held an informational conference.

This surprised the people familiar with his personality because Chris has always been a man of action. He never talks nonsense to people unless necessary, and holding a conference is more like the style of those old people in the council.

Most people watched the live broadcast of the conference with curiosity due to Chris’s strong influence in the Federation.

What would Admiral Chris say? Was it a major decision made by the top of the Federation, or was it to recount his experiences on the mission?

The audience was visibly enthusiastic and flooded the screen with pop-ups.

[Is the upper levels of the Federation out of their minds? I can’t believe they let Chris come on board to hold a conference…]

[I’ll bet that the Admiral will end with two sentences.]

[I bet!]

[Chris is my husband, Chris is my husband, Chris is my husband…] This was clearly an avid fan of Chris, and the blood-red font painted all over the screen.

But that didn’t affect the mood of the viewers, they were used to it. The chances of Chris appearing in the public eye were very few. However, every appearance was bound to cause a storm, with omegas and betas clamoring to give him children all over the Federation. Even some of the alphas were obsessed with him.

[The one in front of me is getting in the way of my screen licking!]

[What’s the Admiral going to say this time?]