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

After finishing her meal, Heroyi put down her chopsticks and left them for 001 to clean up. Then she climbed down from the high chair and obediently went back to her room as her father instructed.

Before closing his bedroom door, he glanced at the master bedroom with some concern before slowly closing his own door.

Holoi lay sprawled in front of her small desk, her little paws gripping a colored pencil, listlessly scribbling a few crooked, grotesque lines on the paper.

The lines were completely haphazard, like a tangled ball of yarn, and even he himself couldn't tell what he was drawing.

He drew for a while, then threw down his pen, slid off the chair as if deflated, ran to the bed, lay down for a while, and started rolling around, crumpling the flat sheets into a ball.

But after a few minutes, he was still bored, and his little tail drooped off the edge of the bed, never sticking up again.

Heroiyi found it hard to understand why everything was so strange today.

If the father is not feeling well, then he should take medicine, right?

Even if he doesn't take medicine, he should at least eat! But the father didn't eat anything...

And there's also a female father!

The father and mother have such a big appetite, won't they starve if they skip a meal?

He became increasingly uneasy, and the movements of his body as he turned over became more and more exaggerated. Suddenly!

With a muffled thud, Holoi rolled off the bed and landed on the carpet. However, he wasn't hurt because his father had specially laid two thick carpets under the bed in case he accidentally rolled off while sleeping.

Holoi lay on the carpet without getting up immediately, her little face buried in the soft fur, the whole worm curled up into a ball.

At this moment, the room was extremely quiet, with only his own soft breathing remaining.

His little tail had long since lost its wiggled; it hung limply at his side, the tip slightly curled. He lay there motionless for a long time...

Gradually, in the quiet night, he suddenly burst into tears, completely losing his composure.

There was no sound, only tears sliding down her cheeks one by one, soaking into the carpet fibers.

He cried for a few minutes, then slowly raised his head and sniffed.

He was suddenly terrified, afraid that both the male and female fathers would starve to death!

This thought forced him to act impulsively. Holoiyi impulsively scrambled up from the carpet, patted her little bottom, wiped the tears from her face, and then ran towards the master bedroom...

Once again, he stood at the door of the master bedroom.

Unlike during meals, this time he heard some faint sounds through the door, like something moving, the rustling of fabric, and suppressed, intermittent breathing...

Herroy's little ears perked up seriously. He tried hard to hear clearly, but the sounds were mixed together, and he couldn't tell who was making them or what they meant.

In addition, he had never heard such a voice before, and its unfamiliarity made him instinctively feel afraid and panicked...

Inside the door, everything was already in complete chaos.

Manjushri had long been dominated by that spiritual power and had lost his usual composure.

His consciousness was wavering, and everything before him was shrouded in a thin veil of blur.

Although Holoyen was of sound mind, he was captivated by the sight of his incredibly hardworking master.

In a daze, he seemed to see the shadow of the gentle male insect from two years ago in the male insect in front of him. Those overlapping figures and intersecting outlines almost merged together for a moment, but soon, reality tore the two figures apart again.

Just as the little flying stick came again, Herroyen heard a series of footsteps outside.

This brought Herroyen, who had just fallen to the ground, back to his senses. He was thinking about how to deal with that little bug tomorrow. He was truly impressed.

"..."

Outside the door, Heroiyi remained, because he was terrified and couldn't help but speculate:

Is the male father beating the female father again?

Or was the female father taking advantage of the male father's illness to try and kill him?

Neither of these scenarios is what he wanted to happen, and even now, it seems to have already happened...

Heroi bit his lip hard, his eyes reddening again, tears streaming down his face, but he dared not make a sound, for he was afraid that if he made a sound, the 'fight' inside would become even more intense.

He was afraid that the female father would get hurt, and he was also afraid that the male father would get hurt.

He clasped his little paws together to cover his mouth, then turned and ran back to his room, closed the door, quickly climbed into bed, and wrapped himself in the blankets, hoping to block out the terrifying sounds.

And so, without caring about anything else, Holoi wrapped herself up tightly, even her tail getting stuck in the gaps inside, and then, with the thoughts swirling in her mind, she began to weep silently...

After a while, it got even darker. As Heroi cried, the night wind suddenly picked up, making the branches and leaves of the big tree in the yard rustle. Soon, the raindrops began to fall without warning.

At first, it was just a few scattered drops, which were eagerly swallowed by passing "insects";

Within seconds, the pattering of raindrops on the windowsill gradually intensified, with thousands upon thousands of raindrops merging into a continuous sound that enveloped the entire villa in layers of damp, winding paths.

Rainwater streamed down the eaves, leaving winding streaks on the windowpane.

At this moment, the 'insect' that had been soaked by raindrops was now swaying precariously. The sound of rain poured in from all directions, seeping through the walls, through the glass windows, through the densely woven curtains...

In just one hour, the torrential rain had deeply soaked the soil.