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

Originally, Manjushri was already planning to pilot his starship back to retrieve it later, but when he looked up, he saw a pile of neatly hung clothes in the open wardrobe, which was more than they had in their own home.

The clothes hanging there were mostly Heroion's old clothes, from undergarments to casual wear, each covered with a dust cover and arranged in order of color from light to dark.

He reached out and touched the hem of one of the garments. The fabric felt dry and soft to the touch. At the bottom of the cabinet was a pair of worn-out slippers with clean soles, clearly having been regularly maintained by the robotic insect.

Even the sachets inside the cabinet doors were newly replaced, exuding a faint scent of dried hay.

Manjushri got up and walked over, saying with a surprised expression, "Your mother actually kept all your old clothes."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the collar of one of the shirts. The material was still extremely soft, but the edges were ironed flat and smooth, as if it had been carefully cared for for many years.

Herroyne stood in front of the wardrobe without answering, his fingertips landing on a dark gray coat. There was a barely noticeable patch on the cuff of the coat, the stitches were fine, and the color was almost blending into the fabric.

It was from a fight he had with Sirland when he was a child. He climbed a tree to sleep and accidentally tore his skin. He was afraid of being scolded, so he fell asleep before he could secretly sew it up himself. Sirland then mended it for him stitch by stitch.

Those stitches are still there, carefully stored deep inside the wardrobe, like an old story that has never been mentioned, yet has never been forgotten.

Holoyen pulled the dust cover back up on the coat, closed the closet door, and turned around. "My lord, go take a shower. I'll get your clothes."

Manjushri watched him turn around and rummage through the wardrobe. She didn't expose him, but just hummed in agreement and obediently went into the bathroom.

When the sound of running water came on, Herroyen paused in front of the wardrobe for a moment, his gaze lingering on the patched-up coat before pulling out two clean sets of pajamas, folding them neatly, and carrying them in his arms as he walked toward the bathroom.

Upon opening the door, a wave of heat rushed out. Wen Shu calmly turned his head to look at the sound, without the conditioned reflex of tension he used to feel—after being together for so long, he had long been used to Heroion's "intrusions" at any time.

He turned off the shower, water droplets still clinging to his shoulders and hair, without wiping them away, and then went over to unbutton Herroyen's clothes.

Holoyen looked down at the lord's face and suddenly spoke up, "My lord, how about we stay here for a few days before going home?"

Manjushri shook his head, his hands still unbuttoning his shirt. "Your father is still angry with you. Staying for a few days is too hasty."

He looked up at Holoyen and calmly analyzed, "We need to calm him down first. Let him stay every other day, and buy him some things that his mother likes..."

At this point, Wenshu suddenly remembered that he had promised Lin Zhuoran to find out about Xierland's preferences, and now was a good opportunity.

Do you know what the female father likes?

As he asked, he skillfully folded the clothes that Heroion had taken off and placed them on a shelf to the side, so that the robot bug could come in and collect them after he finished showering.

Holoyen fully agreed with the male lord's analysis, but when he heard the male lord's question, the whole insect suddenly got stuck.

He opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't answer.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Manjushri assumed that he was thinking seriously, so he went over and turned the showerhead back on to adjust the water temperature.

Holoyen, however, remained in a daze, his brows slightly furrowed. When Manjushri turned back to look at him again, he instantly understood.

"..."

Two hours later, when they finally came out of the bathroom, they happened to hear Holoi's shouts and a series of knocks on the door.

"Come in."

Hearing her father's voice, Heroyi turned the doorknob, first poking her round little head in, and only after confirming that her father wasn't frowning did she dare to push the door open and run in.

But before he could even get close to the bed, Heroion stopped him sharply: "You stay right there and don't move."

Startled by her father's shout, Yi Yi immediately stopped five steps away from them, her little face showing a hint of grievance: "What's wrong?"

He had just been supervised by Sirland in his studies, spending half the day drawing words in that boring textbook. Finally, Sirland relented and let him go. He ran upstairs wanting to hug his father and mother, but his mother wouldn't even let him get close.

"Why are you sticking your face up to me without even showering?"

Wenshu reached out her weak and sore hand and patted him, then walked over, bent down and hugged the little one, kissing his forehead. "Alright, alright, Yiyi, go take a shower first. It's late, go to bed early after you're done."

When Herroy was hugged by his father, his grievances vanished instantly. He nodded obediently, gave his father a big kiss on the cheek, and then ran off happily.

"I told you to take a bath, where did you run off to?" Heroyen shouted at his retreating figure.

Heroie stopped at the door, turned around, pointed outside, and loudly explained, "I'm going to take a shower!"

"Last night, my grandmother told me to go to that separate large bathroom to take a shower. She said that the bathroom in my room is too small and I can't just swim around."

After saying that, as if afraid his female father wouldn't believe him, he gestured around with his hands, "It's the one at the end of the corridor, the really big one."

Holoyen was speechless: "..."

Hearing Yi Yi's answer, Wen Shu finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. He turned around and looked at Holoyen's speechless expression, and laughed from ear to ear.

"Then Yi Yi, go quickly."

"Okay!" Holoi replied, drawing out the sound, and then ran off, her little feet making a pattering sound on the corridor floor, growing farther and farther away until the sound of the bathroom door closing was heard.

The room fell silent. Wenshu nestled back into Holoyen's arms, patted his chest, and chuckled, "Your bathroom is too small, you hear me?"

Holoyen glared at him, but tightened his grip on his arm.

"I'll take it apart and reassemble it tomorrow."