Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

The next day, Heroi woke up unusually early.

When he opened his eyes, he was momentarily dazed—he didn't remember when he had fallen asleep, only that his father's hand was always on his tail, stroking his fur.

And now, he is still lying in his father's arms.

This fact made Herroy's little heart pound twice.

He dared not move, even his breathing was extremely shallow, for fear that the slightest movement of his might wake his father.

Then, he didn't know how much time had passed, so long that his stomach had long since started growling, but his father still hadn't woken up.

Heroie quietly tucked her belly deeper into the blanket to prevent that unpleasant sound from escaping again;

Then he continued to wait, quietly staring at his father's sleeping face, until his father's eyelashes trembled...

Manjushri opened his eyes groggily, and before his vision was fully focused, he met a pair of big, round, bright eyes.

Those eyes were staring straight at him, so focused it was as if they were afraid he would disappear at any moment.

Manjushri paused for a moment, then reached out and gently pinched his soft little face, rubbing his fingertips against his fair skin.

"How long has Yi Yi been awake?" His voice was low and languid, still slightly husky from just waking up, with a slight rise at the end. "Are you hungry?"

Holoi blinked and almost reflexively shook her head: "Father, I'm not hungry."

He answered very quickly, as if he had prepared the answer in advance.

In fact, Herroy wasn't lying, because sometimes he could only eat one meal a day, or even that wasn't a meal, but rather a half-empty bottle of nutrient solution.

Manjushri paused for a moment. Not hungry?

What child who doesn't eat breakfast isn't hungry?

Moreover, it's a little baby who's still growing.

However, Manjushri did not expose him or ask any questions. He just smiled and ruffled Hero's hair, then sat up, pulled the little one from the blanket into his arms, and stroked his little tail.

"Come on, Father, let's take Yi Yi to wash up and have breakfast."

Nestled in his father's arms, held firmly by those strong arms, his fingers unconsciously gripping his father's collar. The insect was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Are the male fathers of the past and the male fathers of today really the same worm?

He secretly glanced at his father's chin, then quickly lowered his head again.

"Father."

A soft, muffled voice suddenly came from my arms, as if it were being squeezed out of my throat.

Manjushri lowered his head and saw the cub's head buried in the crook of his shoulder, the tip of its little ear tinged with a faint pink, and its little tail swaying slightly...

"Um?"

Herroy's fingers gripped her father's collar even tighter.

He hesitated for a long time, the question swirling in his mind again and again, but finally couldn't help himself and blurted it out:

"If...if I were a male insect."

"Will my domineering father like me sooner?"

Instead of waiting until he is one year old.

Manjushri was stunned for a moment, his mind buzzing for a while. What was all this about?

That makes sense, though. That's exactly what the original owner, Yulis, thought, which is why she hated Holoiyi so much.

But he isn't!

He liked Holoiyi not only because he liked children, but also because Holoiyi looked like him (and might actually be his biological son), which made him feel twice as happy towards Holoiyi.

Manjushri looked down at the little head in his arms that refused to lift, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't explain the concepts of time travel and rebirth to Heroie; those things were too bizarre, so bizarre that he was still somewhat dazed.

But he knew he now had to take the blame for "that wretched Yulis" and apologize to his son again.

No, that's not it.

Manjushri spoke very softly, lifting Holoiyi up slightly so the little one could see his expression.

"It was Xiongfu's fault before; Xiongfu shouldn't have treated you that way."

"I'm sorry, Yi Yi."

Heroiy's eyes widened suddenly, her large eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Why should the father apologize?

It's clearly... it's clearly his own fault for not being good enough. It's his tail that the male father dislikes, and he was born a female instead of a male...

"My father did not wrong me."

Herroy's voice suddenly grew louder, carrying an urgency he himself was unaware of.

"I like my father."

These five words seemed to have been dug out from the deepest part of my heart, burning hot, and carrying a tender, childlike tone.

Manjushri's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Such a well-behaved and good child—what had he done to deserve this...?

He held the baby's little bottom steadily with one hand, and placed the other hand on the baby's head, his palm gently ruffling the baby's soft hair.

"Yes," his voice was a little hoarse, but the corners of his mouth were curved and his eyes were bright, "I like Yi Yi too."

"So it doesn't matter whether Yi Yi is male or female!"

He paused, kissed the baby on the forehead, and continued, "All male fathers would absolutely adore Yi Yi, and adore Hero Yi Yi."

Herroy's breath hitched.

"Really?" His voice was soft, with a hint of cautious probing, and the whole insect was ready to shrink back at any moment.

"certainly."

Manjushri did not hesitate at all.