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

Manjushri felt a pang of anxiety, and the next second he stretched out his arms and picked up the little cub curled up on the bed.

Heroy made a few whimpering noises, her eyelids half-open and half-closed, her blurred vision revealing her father's face.

But the lingering taste of the medicine still stubbornly clung to the tip of his tongue. The bitterness made him instinctively think that his father was going to force-feed him medicine as well. The insect was so frightened that he woke up, his little face scrunched up, and he burst into tears again.

Wenshu quickly patted his back, thinking that the little one was sick and in too much pain, and kept comforting him, "Don't cry, don't cry, Yiyi, don't cry, your father is here..."

But as they tried to soothe the baby, the crying not only didn't subside, but actually intensified.

He vaguely smelled a familiar bitter scent wafting from the baby's mouth in the air—it was the smell of medicine!

And it had a very strong medicinal smell.

Manjushri's gaze shifted to the empty bowl on the small round table beside him. The remaining medicinal liquid at the bottom of the bowl had dried, leaving a dark brown mark on the porcelain white bowl.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the bowl.

Herroy's gaze followed the bowl for a moment, and just as he saw the bowl approach again, the whole insect seemed to have a switch flipped, and its little claws waved wildly, trying to knock it over.

Seeing that the baby was crying even more heartbreakingly, Wenshu felt increasingly uneasy.

He glanced down at the thin, dried stain at the bottom of the bowl, hesitated for half a second, and then, as if possessed, stuck out his tongue and gently licked the brownish medicinal stain on the rim of the bowl.

The next second, the bitter taste exploded on his tongue like gall bladder, making him shudder.

He couldn't help but gag, and quickly put the bowl back on the table, unwilling to touch it again.

No wonder the baby was crying like that.

The medicine was so bitter that the little one fell asleep with the bitter taste in his mouth after drinking it. No wonder he cried so pitifully.

Manjushri patted the baby gently, his voice soft and gentle: "Alright, alright, don't cry anymore."

"If your father won't give you your medicine, he'll take you to eat something else to fill your stomach, okay?"

Holoi stared at her father with teary eyes, her little paws tugging at his collar as if to confirm whether he meant what he said.

Manjushri picked up the baby, stood up, and walked downstairs.

As he passed the kitchen, he turned to 001 and instructed, "Heat up a cup of milk first."

Then he carried the baby to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and reached under the coffee table to take out a few candies from the candy jar.

Holoi nestled quietly in her father's arms, her insect head drooping listlessly.

Manjushri quickly peeled off the coating of a candy and fed it to the baby, but the baby opened its mouth and took it without much energy.

But the moment his tongue touched the sweetness, his whole being seemed to be activated, and he subconsciously sucked his lips.

Manjushri peeled the second and third candies one after another, feeding them to his little one until the bitterness in his mouth was finally covered by the sweetness. Only then did he stop and put the remaining candies back into the jar.

After recovering, Heroiyi, as if she had suffered some great injustice, began to complain intermittently: "Father... I don't want to drink the medicine anymore... It tastes so awful..."

"My father-in-law doesn't like me anymore... He poured such bitter medicine into my mouth... Is he trying to make me suffer?"

Manjushri was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Your female father is just too worried about you, Yi Yi, don't overthink it."

"When you're sick, you need to take medicine to get better. Think about it, don't you feel less uncomfortable now?"

Heroie ignored him, deliberately pouting and stubbornly sulking, "No... that medicine made me so dizzy..."

"Yi Yi will feel even more dizzy if she doesn't drink it."

After saying this, Manjushri suddenly felt puzzled: Why would Yi Yi get sick for no reason? Did he kick off the blanket last night and his "female father" didn't pick it up for him?

"Then just faint... I don't want to take the medicine anyway... Father, you can't force-feed me like you did with the mother..."

Manjushri's thoughts were interrupted by the little one. Seeing his sulky look, he couldn't help but laugh: "That depends on the situation. If you feel even worse, you'll have to drink it whether you want to or not."

"Don't drink it... Being sick is so annoying..."

Manjushri did not continue the topic.

He pulled the small blanket next to him and wrapped the baby tightly. Just then, 001 slid over with a cup of warmed milk. He took the cup, tested the temperature, and then bent down to feed the baby little by little.

The warm milk, with its faint sweetness, flowed slowly down his throat. After obediently finishing it, Holoy lingered, sucking on the rim of the cup, milk stains spreading around the corners of his mouth in a white ripple.

He thoroughly enjoyed being fed by his male father, which made him change his mind: would things have been different if it had been his male father who fed him the medicine instead of his female father?

After all, the father would give him candy to mask the bitterness, and he would also breastfeed him...

On the other side, the military's berthing platform.

Herroyne had just stepped off the starship, his military boots making a dull thud on the ground. His shoulders were straight, his steps were brisk, and there was nothing unusual about him.

But as the 'adjutant' Yuze approached him, his nose keenly detected a strong medicinal smell the moment he got close!

Yuze's expression changed drastically.

He rushed forward, his voice low but filled with obvious anxiety: "Marshal, are you injured?"

"Should I report this to the Emperor immediately?"

If their Grand Marshal could be injured and even appear at the military headquarters smelling of medicine, then the opponent's strength must be terrifying.

This matter is very serious and should not be underestimated!

Yuze's mind was racing, calculating how many female soldiers to mobilize and which legion to urgently report to...