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

In just a second, without saying a word, Herroyen placed the baby on the carpet.

His movements were swift yet not rough. He straightened up, bent down, and scooped up the unconscious male protagonist in his arms.

"What do you want to eat? Let 001 make it for you," Herroyen's voice came down from above.

"After you finish eating, go back to your room and stay there by yourself. Don't wander off!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairs, his steps steady and quick, his military boots making a steady sound on the stairs.

"what?"

Holoi sat on the carpet, staring blankly up at the sky, her gaze following the female father carrying the male father as they strode away around the corner of the stairs. The smile on her little face was still there, and she looked like a silly little goose.

He blinked twice and realized that he was really the only one left in the huge living room, before belatedly letting out an "Oh".

He looked down at his empty little paws, then tilted his head to look in the direction of the stairs;

The male father's scent was still strong in the air, and his little nose couldn't help but twitch. After sniffing this spot until the smell was gone, he used all four limbs to move forward a few steps and continue sniffing...

upstairs.

The master bedroom door was pushed open and then quickly closed and locked.

Heroion gently placed the lord on the bed, and within seconds, he sensed a large amount of chaotic spiritual energy belonging to the lord in the air...

He stood quietly by the bed, listening to the male master's breathing gradually becoming heavier and rougher, and slowly released his spiritual power.

Herroyen's mental energy was extremely chaotic, but when that power surged from his body, it was exceptionally powerful, like a silent tide washing over the entire bedroom...

His voice rang out softly, low and restrained, carrying a perfectly measured probing tone: "My lord, are you feeling better?"

Herroyen admitted that he did it on purpose.

Even though it's not currently his period of mental turmoil, he wouldn't mind bringing it on early (after all, a male master is a hundred times better than any medicine).

The former "powerful ruler" looked down on him, and he was even less willing to humbly kneel and beg for mercy.

Each time a period of mental turmoil occurred, he would inject himself with large amounts of tranquilizers to tough it out, relying on the cold medicine to suppress the turmoil surging within his mind.

As for how Yulis dealt with his needs, he didn't know, and he never asked.

But Herroyne had suspected that the "master" was probably "not very good," since there were no female servants or slaves in the house, and he had never used any expensive tranquilizers.

But now, looking down at the slightly flushed face on the bed, he suddenly felt that his previous guesses should be re-examined.

Manjushri's breathing was a little more rapid than downstairs, but soon he felt an extremely alluring scent, like a hand firmly supporting the back of his drowsy head, and then his body gradually relaxed...

He opened his eyes, his voice slightly muffled with a hint of relaxation: "Feeling better..."

After he finished speaking, his body unconsciously moved a little closer to Heroion.

The gentle, soothing force made him feel so comfortable that he almost wanted to snore, even though his remaining rationality told him that it was impolite. But his body was much more honest than his mind!

Holoyen lowered his eyes, staring motionlessly at the lord who was unconsciously approaching him. At that moment, a hint of triumphant 'cunning' flashed in his golden eyes.

He slowly crouched down, moving even closer, his voice lower and softer, further enticing, "How about this?"

The fluctuations of his spiritual energy intensified slightly as he approached, like a warm tide gently lapping against the edges of Manjushri's senses.

Manjushri's eyelashes trembled, and a muffled "hmm" escaped from deep in his throat. The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a sense of satisfaction and relaxation that he himself was unaware of.

But his eyes remained closed, teetering on the edge of losing control of his mental energy. Manjushri was completely relaxed under the influence of that mental energy, but he was also gradually becoming unsatisfied...

Holoyen stared intently at the lord's unguarded face, knowing full well that he had no intention of letting go of the lord who was currently "harmless and gentle."

Even if, after one night, the ruler has a very high probability of changing again, just like two years ago, it doesn't matter...

Herroyen's eyes darkened, clearly indicating that he was prepared to squeeze every last drop out of him.

His fingertips curled slightly at his side, then slowly relaxed. In an instant, the fluctuations of his spiritual energy did not recede; instead, they spread out even more extensively...

Manjushri unconsciously furrowed his brow in discomfort, and Heroyen reached out to brush away the sweat-dampened strands of hair from his forehead...

Downstairs, Heroiyi stood alone on the high stool, her small body almost touching the dining table.

He stared blankly at the food that 001 had brought out, then obediently tore the meat pie into small pieces, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

He chewed very seriously, his cheeks puffing out, just like when his father usually fed him.

But as he chewed, he suddenly slowed down, his little paws hovering in mid-air, his eyes somewhat unfocused...

He felt a little bored and lonely!

Because he hadn't eaten alone by himself for a long time.

For the past two weeks, Xiong's father has been with him at every meal. Sometimes he sits across from him and watches him eat, and sometimes he holds him on his lap, feeding him and talking to him at the same time.

The dining table was always steaming, the clinking of bowls and chopsticks was always loud, and the father's mouth was always chattering away.

But now... there's only delicious food and himself on the table.

What's even worse is that the female father made him eat by himself and forbade him to run around!

Heroy tore off another piece of meat pie and put it in his mouth. He chewed it a couple of times, then stopped again, tilting his head and suddenly falling into deep thought.

He didn't understand what the female father meant by that. Did the female father and the male father not need to eat?

Didn't the female father say that the male insect is very fragile and must eat every meal without fail, and that it must be well-fed?

So now, what is the female father doing bringing the male father back to the room?

He recalled his father's unusual expression; his eyes were unfocused, and his voice sounded muffled and hoarse, as if something was blocking it...

Heroy's tail slowly drooped down, and a vague worry appeared in her big eyes.

A few seconds later, he jumped off the chair, his little feet barely making a sound on the carpet. He ran upstairs, his short legs moving quickly, and in less than half a minute he was standing at the door of the master bedroom.

However, the door was tightly closed.

After raising her little paw, Holoiyi didn't dare to strike, and remained suspended in mid-air because it was quiet inside and no sound came out.

He hesitated. What if the male father was really unwell and the female father was just keeping him company while he rested, and he knocked on the door and woke them up? Wouldn't he then become the worst little bug?

But... is it really okay if the male and female parents don't eat?

His little head couldn't understand, and his tail had already drooped down, like a little rope that had lost its support.

He stood there blankly, sometimes worrying that his male father's illness had worsened, and sometimes fearing that his female father would scold him for being disobedient...

At this moment, they are separated by only one door.

Just as Holoyen lowered his head to check on the master's condition, his ear twitched.

He clearly caught a series of footsteps that were "mostly absorbed by the carpet," and stopped abruptly outside the door. At the same time, his actions—which he had just opened the bag to eat and was with Diao Chan, the male lord—also stopped.

Heroion's face darkened. The woolly creature standing outside the door was breathing so lightly as if afraid of disturbing something, but the female insect's hearing would not miss any detail.

Herroyen was even able to catch the baby's faint breathing through the door.

He took a deep breath, almost wanting to pack up the baby and dump him in Sirland!

Heroiyi stood outside the door for quite a while.

He felt he was about to panic, his little paws gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his tail dangling on the carpet and sweeping back and forth.

He was worried about his male father, but dared not disobey his female father. His little head went through a series of thoughts, but in the end he turned around and ran downstairs to eat obediently, because his male father had said that he should not waste food, as wasting food was shameful!

Meanwhile, upstairs, Herroyen finally breathed a sigh of relief, remarking that he didn't have to worry about his little one, and then tossed aside the book "Tonight's Ruthlessness" in his hand.

Manjushri also regained some of his senses at this moment, because he noticed that his stepfather was acting strangely...

He was starting to question life, the situation, and even you, me, and everyone else...

The next second, he impulsively decided to gift the "precious sword" to the hero!

Leave it to fate!