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

Thinking of the poor little thing inside who had already been beaten, Wenshu wrung out his soaked clothes and strode towards the villa gate.

The luxurious and magnificent villa was cold and deserted. Exquisite and expensive furniture filled every corner, and all kinds of large objects highlighted the status of the Imperial Marshal, but there was not a trace of the warmth of "home".

In the backlit corner of the living room, a small figure was curled up on the floor tiles.

That was 'Heroy', who had just hatched a year ago!

He was thin and small, with a pair of soft, milky-white antennae drooping listlessly on his head.

Hearing familiar footsteps approaching, the cub's big, round eyes filled with tears, but he bit his lower lip hard, swallowing all the sounds back down his throat, only occasionally letting out a soft sob.

Like a frightened little animal, he desperately shrank into the wall, his short arms tightly wrapped around his knees, his round, insect-like head buried deep in the crook of his arms...

In his hazy, fragmented understanding, he had already developed a certain degree of psychological trauma regarding his capricious and vicious father who frequently beat and scolded him.

Even if the other person has just fallen into the water and is now walking back in a sorry state, they are still the person he fears most.

Manjushri deliberately walked over quietly, then slowly squatted down a short distance away, his eyes level with the little guy's.

In the dim light, when he saw the condition of the cub, Manjushri's breath hitched.

In that instant, he felt as if he had witnessed a scene of 'a cub being brutally beaten,' and he was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

How did you get so badly injured?

And how can he be so thin?

They were even smaller and thinner than the sick and weak children in the orphanage.

Even through the thin fabric, he could clearly see the boy's bony ribs, as if they would break at the slightest pressure.

The exposed slender wrist and ankle were marked with several glaring purplish-blue bruises, some of which had even oozed blood, the skin and flesh rolled up, a shocking sight.

And all of these are the masterpieces of 'Yulis'.

Manjushri's eyes instantly reddened, and an indescribable soreness rushed into his nose.

He had seen too many traumatized children in the orphanage, but at least those children could express their pain by crying.

The cub in front of them even had to suppress its crying, for fear of angering the demon before it.

This tiny baby should be cherished and pampered by his parents, but instead, he's suffering this inhuman torture in his own home!

"Don't be afraid, I won't go over there," Manjushri said, trying to lower his guard as much as possible.

"The ground is too cold; sitting on it for too long will make you sick."

At this moment, it was as if Wenshu had returned to the time when he worked at the orphanage; he was still the same conscientious and dedicated employee.

But the little guy in the corner trembled even more violently after hearing his voice, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Manjushri understood the mindset of such frightened children, and that forcing them would only backfire.

He remained squatting, spreading his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and slowly and gently reassured her, "I won't hit you, and I won't yell at you."

"Why don't you try looking up at me?"

Heroiyi kept her head down, her long eyelashes wet with tears, clinging to her reddened eyelids.

Images of past mistreatment flooded his mind, making him unable to believe his father's sudden gentleness. He could only secretly pray that his father would be lenient, and quietly await the impending punishment...

Seeing his cautious and fearful appearance, Manjushri felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he were being pricked by needles.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his throat, and slowly extended his fingertip forward a little, the movement so slow it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye:

"I'll slowly reach out, without touching you, okay?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can move back; I won't force you."

Suddenly, a breeze blew in through the half-open door, and the little cub shivered slightly.

Holoiy still didn't believe him, but she remembered her female father's repeated admonitions: You must listen to your male father!!!

So, after being patiently coaxed by her father many times, Heroiyi finally gritted her teeth and slowly moved out, willingly facing a new round of "abuse"!

When the cub finally moved in front of Manjushri and was left to his disposal, he was stunned when he saw the little face so close to his.

No, wait...

Why does this child look so much like me?

Isn't today his wedding day with Holoyern?

Did they get married after unexpectedly having Holoiyi?!

So... this child is with my partner, who's in his fifties...

A child born of love?

Wenshu suddenly realized that it wasn't just the little one who needed emotional comfort; he seemed to need it too.

Faced with the facts, he could only silently reassure himself: It's okay, being older is good too!

Older people are more mature, stable, and emotionally reliable. Most importantly!!!

A marshal of this age should have long passed the age of being competitive and... well, you know... having low "needs" in certain areas... right?

He definitely won't commit domestic violence, and he won't argue with us every day... right?

As long as I behave myself and take good care of this child, I should be able to get by... right?

It's great, really great.

The more Manjushri tried to comfort himself, the more heartbroken he felt for his old companion whom he had never met...

However, at this moment, he was successfully distracted by the little one in front of him who was shaking like a leaf.

Manjushri suppressed his heartache and turned his gaze back to the baby.

After slowly moving out a little, Heroie found that her father was still silent.

At that moment, he mistakenly thought that he had not met his father's requirements, so he gritted his teeth and moved forward a little more.

His legs were pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, and the pair of small antennae on his head, which should have been lively, were now trembling with fear...

Fortunately, the father did not subject him to endless cursing, rough handling, or even frown.

Manjushri's gaze fell on a section of delicate skin outside his collar, where there were several small abrasions, still glaringly red.

After all this time, these scars haven't changed at all on his body;

Clearly, this female insect, which has only been hatched for a year, has virtually no ability to repair itself!

"Does it hurt?" Manjushri asked softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Shall we change into clean clothes and then treat the injury?"

This was the first time that Xiong's father had reached out to him.

His entire body stiffened reflexively into a stone, his long eyelashes trembling violently, instinctively awaiting the impending punishment...

However, the slap that Heroui had anticipated did not fall.

Instead, his capricious father gave him a touch he had never experienced before.

Manjushri moved with extreme gentleness, his fingertips carefully avoiding the edge of the wound. He picked up a wet wipe from the mechanical insect and gently wiped away the dust from the little creature's body, as well as its adorable, dirty little face...

Heroy opened her insect eyes in a daze, her fearful gaze revealing disbelief.

He stared blankly at the handsome face so close to his, and for the first time truly realized that the male father could also be kind to him, just like the female father.

This feeling is so warm and cozy...