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

After taking a tube of ointment from the mechanical insect, Manjushri gently squatted down in front of the little one to avoid frightening him.

But I was still scared.

Just then, Heroyee, who was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, trembled slightly, and the whole insect was instantly awakened.

The moment he saw his father approaching again, his insect pupils instinctively contracted, and his body reflexively retreated. His small body trembled uncontrollably, and the insect once again entered a state of extreme alertness.

The constant beatings, verbal abuse, and mistreatment in the past had already triggered a certain psychological mechanism in him: whenever his father was near, it meant pain and reprimands!

Manjushri paused, then immediately softened his voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm just applying medicine, it won't hurt."

Heroi stared at him blankly, her wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Does it hurt?

How is that possible?

When a father is near, all that's ever been pain!

But Heroiyi remained obediently where she was, without running, hiding, or resisting; she simply held her breath quietly.

He secretly asked himself: Had his father not beaten him enough today?

So now we need to find a new way to punish him?

If the father suddenly stops scolding the bug and doesn't get angry, he's definitely brewing an even worse, more sinister plan for him to take.

After all, this has happened before; after a brief period of calm, there is often even fiercer anger and heavier punishment.

Heroi lowered his long eyelashes, already awaiting the impending pain, and silently prayed in his heart: that the suffering he endured today would bring a better tomorrow for his father!

However, the punishment that Heroui had imagined did not occur.

With a touch of cool ointment on his fingertips, Manjushri looked at the little one with his eyes tightly closed and moved with extreme slowness and care, applying the ointment little by little to the unsightly wounds.

His strength was gentle and extremely patient, without a trace of hostility or perfunctory rudeness.

The warm touch, carrying a faint, sweet medicinal scent, gently soothed the stinging sensation felt by the insect, leaving only a comfortable warmth.

This almost obsessive meticulousness stems from the professional habits Manjushri developed while working at the orphanage, and also from... an indescribable maternal heart.

At that time, the orphanage received many children transferred from other orphanages. Most of them, like Heroie, were covered in scars (generally caused by their distorted and abnormal psychology, resulting in extreme behavior), and had an instinctive resistance and fear of adults approaching them.

To soothe these sensitive and fragile young souls, Manjushri developed extremely professional nursing skills.

He knew all too well that for a traumatized child, any sudden movement would be seen as a signal of aggression!

Therefore, when applying the medicine, he would not only warm the ointment with the warmth of his palm beforehand, but also gently massage it in circles with his fingertips while applying it, using the most soothing rhythm to distract the child and allow them to be treated without realizing it.

This dedication, ingrained in his very being, was now poured into the trembling little insect without reservation.

Even so, Heroiyi was completely frozen in place.

He opened his eyes again in a daze, his eyes filled with fear and utter disbelief!

He stared blankly at the familiar face before him, only to find that his father's features were gentle and his eyes were clear.

They showed no annoyance, no violence, and not even the slightest intention to harm him.

Is this really his capricious and utterly despised father?

Heroy's tiny insect head was in a mess.

He couldn't understand why his fierce father had suddenly become so gentle.

Not only do they not hit or yell at him, but they also squat down and talk to him patiently, apply medicine to him, and even take great care of his wounds.

Could it be that the fall into the water just now damaged Xiongfu's brain?

Or perhaps, this is a new trick by the father to deceive him?

Is it possible that once he gets used to it, relaxes, and dares to get close, the domineering father will reveal his true colors, then push him away and give him a good scolding?

Countless little questions kept filling Holoi's insect head.

Amidst fear, doubt, unease, and a host of other complex thoughts, he developed a kind of "desire he dared not admit."

After all, he had never experienced this kind of "love" from his father before, which made him feel uneasy and unwilling to run away.

He even began to wonder if it was just his imagination.

Is it because it hurts so much that you mistake pain for warmth?

Or perhaps he had already been killed by his father, and this scene was a final burst of energy bestowed upon him by the Insect God.

But the faint scent of the ointment in the air... and the soft touch of his father's fingertips felt so real, so real that it gave rise to a sliver of unwarranted desire.

Manjushri was unaware of the myriad thoughts churning in the little guy's heart, and continued to focus on applying ointment to each of his wounds.

Only after all the wounds had been treated with ointment did he gently withdraw his hand, and softly coax the adorable face that was a miniature version of himself:

"Alright, no one will ever hurt you again."

Heroyi raised her big, wet eyes and looked at him quietly. Her little antennae trembled slightly, but she still dared not make a sound, unable to believe this sudden, inexplicable tenderness.

The best female father in the world is rarely at home, and the only male father despises him with all his heart. In his heart, he has long believed that he is an insect offspring who should not be liked or treated kindly.

But now...

Looking at his reserved and fearful appearance, Manjushri did not rush to force him to speak, nor did he insist that he get close to him.

He stood up, not daring to linger and upset the child, and said gently, "I'll go get you something to eat, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he immediately changed out of his soaking wet clothes and went to the kitchen to cook for his son.

Holoi stared blankly at her father's departing figure, the insect still sitting motionless on the sofa.

His tiny insect head tilted to the side, his doubts growing stronger.

Has the father really changed?

Or perhaps... this is just a facade created by the male father to deceive the insects?

Heroi didn't know, but the only thing he was clear about was that this was the first time in his short insect life that he had truly received care from his "male father".

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Manjushri was operating the smart kitchen appliances while muttering curses to himself:

That original body was a complete bastard, it wasn't even human!

They actually gave such tiny, adorable cubs that kind of lousy nutritional supplement;

No wonder this child is so thin, like a rocket!

A one-year-old baby is at a crucial stage of growth, so how can you give them those soulless synthetic liquids every day?

Of course, we should eat a fragrant, hot, and nutritious meal!

The thought of touching the little guy's hard ribs and withered little arms made Wenshu so angry that his teeth itched.

I wanted to slam Yulis's head onto the cutting board and rub it hard!