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

Manjushri carried the baby to the sink in the bathroom and let him sit on a high stool.

Two heads were reflected in the mirror, one large and one small, staring at each other face to face.

Their hair was all black, but Manjushri's pupils were black, while the baby's big eyes were golden.

Under the warm light, Manjushri's face in the mirror looked extremely soft. His nose was straight, his lips were clearly defined, and his dark eyes were warm and bright, reflecting the cute and innocent face of his little one.

When it comes to cutting hair, Manjushri can be considered quite "skilled".

After all, when he was in the orphanage, he and several colleagues cut the hair of some of the disabled children (but most of the disabled children didn't even have the chance to grow hair).

Manjushri first used a comb to smooth the baby's soft hair. The baby's hair was very soft and not tangled, like the downy fur of a newborn animal, and there was almost no resistance when combing it.

His movements were very gentle; the comb teeth slid slowly from the roots to the ends of his hair, stroke after stroke, smoothing out all the unruly stray hairs.

Holoi sat there obediently, motionless, his little paws resting on the edge of the sink, looking up at himself in the large mirror, a smile always on his lips, clearly looking forward to the new haircut his father would give him.

"All done," Manjushri put down the comb, picked up the scissors, and reminded him, "Father, it's time to cut Yi Yi's hair!"

"Uh-huh."

Manjushri was full of confidence. He raised his hand and snipped away the stray hairs that were covering his eyes.

He cut very carefully, each cut landing precisely where it should, and he also trimmed the sideburns to show off the baby's entire adorable face.

"Yiyi, should we cut the back of your hair shorter, or leave it long?"

Manjushri went around behind the baby and used his fingers to smooth the ends of the hair at the back of the baby's head.

"Cut it short," Heroyee said in a crisp voice, "it'll be easier that way."

Manjushri raised an eyebrow, brandishing the scissors in the air: "Convenient for what? Convenient for fighting?"

"Yi Yi, don't go astray."

Upon hearing this, Holoi stamped her little feet in frustration and hurriedly defended herself, "What did Father say! I would never fight!"

He pouted, his little face puffed out, and explained, "I just wanted to cut my hair shorter so it would be easier to wash!"

Seeing his anxious and angry little face, Manjushri couldn't help but laugh a few times, but then, fearing that the little boy was really angry, he quickly stopped.

He tilted his head and looked at the adorable image of his son in the mirror, then suddenly had an idea: "It's okay, Yi Yi looks good with her hair longer too."

"Your hair's grown long, how about your father braids it into two little pigtails?"

"Huh?" Holoy was stunned. He blinked his big eyes, not reacting for a moment.

Little braid?

Isn't that the kind of hair that only male insects can tie?

He had seen them in picture books before; those carefully groomed little male insects always had all sorts of little braids tied on their heads.

Some were tied with ribbons, some with small hair clips, each one was meticulously and carefully cared for.

Because male insects are scarce, each male offspring is cared for by a dedicated insect from birth, including its hair.

But now... he has a father who likes "him".

Heroie looked up and saw his father's face in the mirror. His father was also looking at him, and his eyes seemed to be full of expectation, as if he was imagining what he would look like after he finished braiding his hair.

After hesitating for a moment, Holoi hesitated, twisting the hem of her clothes with her little paws, and finally whispered, "That works too."

But he regretted it as soon as he said it.

He's not a male insect, so how can he look good with pigtails?

What if it looks terrible after being tied up?

What if other insects see this and laugh at us?

His mind was racing with all sorts of random thoughts. He opened his mouth as if to say, "Let's just forget about it," but it was too late.

Then, the father pulled out two thin ropes from somewhere, as if they had been prepared and put in his pocket beforehand.

His father skillfully gathered his hair with his fingers, dividing the left half of his hair into three strands, which were then quickly intertwined.

His hands moved steadily and quickly, each strand of hair was neatly braided into the braid, and in just a few seconds, a neat little braid appeared below his earlobe.

Manjushri skillfully wrapped the thin rope around the end of her hair several times and then tied it into a small bow.

Then, he gathered the right half of his hair and repeated the same movements: splitting, interlacing, finishing, and knotting... The whole process was smooth and fast, like magic.

Holoi stared blankly at his father's skillful and rapid movements, and couldn't help but wonder if his father had practiced his skills for the little male insect.

His hair was long enough, so his father used him as a practice subject?

Then, when the baby males are born, the father will no longer braid their hair...

The more Holoiyi thought about it, the sadder she became. She already had enough, yet she wanted more.

Just as he was lost in thought and dejection, Manjushri had already walked around to him, placed his hands on his shoulders, tilted his head and looked him over from side to side, his face full of admiration for his masterpiece.

Then, Manjushri burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with laughter.

So cute!

Holoiyi was stunned by her father's laughter and panicked instantly.

He thought it must be because his little braid was so ugly that his father couldn't help but laugh like that when he saw it.

But his father blocked the mirror, so he couldn't see his own reflection. In a panic, he cried out "Ah!" and jumped off the stool.

Before Heroiyi could even get her feet firmly on the ground, she trotted back to the full-length mirror in her room to carefully check her appearance.

In the mirror, there stood a tiny insect wearing a beige plush onesie.

Below his two small ears, on the left and right sides, were two curved braids, neatly braided, with the bows at the ends sticking out crookedly, one on the left and one on the right, like two butterflies that had not yet spread their wings and perched on his ears.

It doesn't look ugly, not ugly at all.

You could even say... the braids are really pretty!

Those two little braids made his little face even cuter and more adorable, and even his fluffy pajamas looked exceptionally good with them, making him look exactly like a 'little male insect' that stepped out of a picture book.

Herroy stood in front of the mirror for a while, observing herself. Her initial panic slowly turned into surprise, and then her surprise slowly turned into shyness.

He reached out and gently touched the left braid; the feel of the bow came from his fingertips—soft yet resilient.

Soon behind him, he heard his father's footsteps.

"Father," Holoiy turned around, her face flushed, her voice a little soft, "Does it look good?"

Wenshu finally stopped laughing, walked over and squatted down next to the little one, looked at the fluffy little guy in the mirror, and earnestly praised him:

"Of course she looks good! Our Yi Yi looks good no matter what, and she looks even better with her hair in braids!"

"From now on, how about Daddy braids Yi Yi's hair every day?"

Holoi was stunned: "Really? But I'm not a little male, is my male father really going to braid my hair every day?"

After asking the question, he felt incredibly stupid. How could he compare himself to a male insect?

No wonder his father didn't like him before; who would like a clumsy little bug?

"It's true!" Manjushri reached out and gently flicked the little one's forehead. "What are you thinking about now, Yi Yi?"

"Didn't Father say that no matter if Yi Yi is a female or a male insect, Father will love her very much!"

Heroie touched her forehead and then asked a silly question, "Why?"

"Because Yi Yi is the male father's child!"

Manjushri was amused by him. Who wouldn't like a miniature version of themselves combined with a cute and silly version?

"Is this okay?"

Heroie still didn't understand, but Manjushri's answer was clearly very helpful.

This allows the baby to break free from the mindset of being "surrounded by society from all sides": even if you are not a male, you are still worthy of being loved!

"Yes, yes, Father Xiong loves Yi Yi!"

"I love Yi Yi with short hair, I love Yi Yi with braids, but I love Yi Yi who is 'a female insect' even more!"