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

The hot water rinsed my skin, washing away the deep-seated stickiness of sweat and those indescribable traces.

Manjushri stood under the shower, his eyes closed, letting the water pour down from above his head, a buzzing sound gradually rising in his ears.

His consciousness gradually rose into the steam.

The sudden drowsiness, weakness, and blurry visions that I experienced that afternoon finally had an explanation—it was a period of mental energy turmoil.

He only found out during the process.

Then he saw Herroyen's face, so close, his golden eyes lowered, his wet bangs clinging to his brow bone, making him look incredibly sexy.

In those few brief seconds, Manjushri's mind seemed to be swept by a cool breeze, and he inexplicably blurted out, "What... what's wrong with me?"

Holoy told him, "My lord, your mental state has entered a period of turmoil. Don't you know?"

His voice carried a hint of guilt, as well as a deep-seated suppressed resentment: "It's my fault, I didn't remind you."

"But don't worry, Your Majesty, you'll be alright soon."

After that, Manjushri's consciousness seemed to be stripped away again, and he was passively slumped back into the surging ocean.

Their spiritual energies intertwined and merged, threatening to burst forth tonight, indistinguishable from one another...

However, in this Zerg world, very few male Zerglings experience discomfort during periods of mental turmoil.

Because most of them have female rulers, female servants, and female slaves, before a real torment even begins, they are already being comfortably and pleasantly served by swarms of female insects and sub-females, thus passing the time in advance.

Manjushri is an exception.

An unexpected return to this body from Earth, someone who knows nothing and comes from nowhere.

Manjushri turned off the water, and the bathroom fell silent in an instant, with only the sound of water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair remaining.

He picked up a towel to dry himself, changed into a bathrobe, and pushed open the glass door to go back to the bedroom.

The baby was sleeping soundly in bed, but Herroyen was not there.

Manjushri breathed a sigh of relief. He admitted that he had lost his conscience and morals, but he was even more afraid that Herroyen would come looking for him now, afraid to face that face, afraid to face those golden eyes, afraid to bring up everything that had just happened...

He didn't know how to explain his confusion. What was worse, when he lay on that bed, it seemed that only Holoyen orz remained in his mind, and he looked so fresh and lively.

Manjushri reached out and pulled the baby closer to his chest. Just as his arm encircled the warm little body, the baby whimpered in his sleep and unconsciously snuggled closer to him...

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness slowly sank into a state of chaos, but the last thought still lingered on the edge of his mind:

Will there be many more periods of mental energy turmoil in the future?

No insect answered him.

The next morning.

When Herroy woke up, she thought she was still dreaming.

He blinked, looked up at the familiar ceiling, then turned his head to look at his sleeping father beside him, marveling at how incredibly realistic the dream was!

He stretched out his little paw and pinched his face hard; it hurt.

He reached out and gently poked his father's cheek; it was soft and warm.

Good heavens, this dream actually came with a realistic tactile sensation!

Manjushri was awakened by the itching on his face. He groggily opened one eye and found that the little one was lying in front of him, staring at him with an inquisitive look, as if studying some strange species.

"Dragon father?"

Heroie called out very softly, as if afraid that if she raised her voice, her beautiful dream would shatter.

Hearing his call, Manjushri looked up at the little one in confusion, paused for a moment, then reached out and hugged him, asking, "What's wrong? Didn't Yi Yi sleep well?"

Heroyi was stunned for two seconds before belatedly realizing that he wasn't dreaming!

The nightmare that made him cry all night last night was really just a dream.

"Father!" he cried out, burying his face in his father's arms. With a sense of relief, he began to wail, "What happened between you and Father last night? There were really strange noises coming from your room..."

"But I don't dare to knock on the door, I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

In fact, Manjushri already felt embarrassed when he heard the first sentence.

Herroy was still speaking intermittently, her little head buried in her father's chest, her words coming out quickly and urgently: "I've come to find you several times because I dreamt... I dreamt that you were fighting with your mother."

"And it rained so hard last night, I was too scared to sleep alone, so I went to find you guys again."

"But you guys still seem to be fighting..."

Manjushri grew increasingly guilty as he listened, and quickly interrupted him, "No, no! We weren't fighting! Your female father and I were just..."

He suddenly stopped mid-explanation.

A puzzled Heroiyi was still asking, "What are you doing?"

What are you doing?

How do you explain this?

Manjushri was in a dilemma, but at this moment, the little one's big eyes were staring at him intently, filled with endless curiosity and worry.

His mind raced, but the more anxious he became, the less suitable an excuse he could find. He couldn't very well confess that "we were doing something inappropriate for children," could he?

This is so strange!

No, it's too early!

He was scratching his head, sweating profusely, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Manjushri breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come in!" Holoi shouted, because he knew it must be the female father!

The door was pushed open, and Herroyne walked in.

He was dressed in light-colored casual clothes, lacking the sharp aura he exuded when he was in military uniform, making him look much gentler.

Normally he would be at the military headquarters by this time, but he was worried that the leader's condition had not fully recovered, so he took a day off.

Unexpectedly, upon entering, he noticed that the male master looked uneasy, his eyes darting around, as if he had encountered some extreme event.

Holoi looked up at the female father and then down at the male father, and found that neither of them had any injuries, which meant that they had not been fighting!

If they weren't fighting, what were they doing?

"Father and mother, what were you doing last night?"

"You haven't eaten all night, and there's been noise coming from your room. What's wrong?"

Herroyne: "..."

You are truly my good son.

No wonder the powerful ruler looked embarrassed.

Ignoring the boy's question, Holoyen walked over and lifted him off the bed with one hand.

His movements were swift and decisive. Heroiyi was lifted into the air and swayed, her little feet kicking twice in mid-air.

"It's nothing," Herroyen said calmly. "001 has made breakfast. Go down and eat by yourself."

"I don't!"

"I ate by myself last night, why do I have to eat by myself again now?" Holoiyi twisted her body in mid-air, reluctantly yelling at her female father, "Why aren't you and your male father eating?"

Do we have to do something else?

This thought suddenly popped into Manjushri's mind. Of course, he was also startled by his own idea; he didn't really mean it!

No, no, he didn't think of that!

He wasn't thinking about anything, at least not now, for the time being (because he felt his QQ memory had been completely cleared, which was a bit embarrassing)!

And most importantly, he is now inexplicably afraid of being alone in a room with Herroyen!

Wenshu almost blurted out, "I'll go down too, let's eat together downstairs."

Heroion turned his head to look at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the male lord's tense face, before nodding: "Okay, let's go together then."

He had originally planned to have 001 bring up a separate breakfast, but since the male master himself offered to come downstairs, it seems that he has recovered.

Holoi stretched out her two little paws towards her father, waving her tiny feet in the air: "Father, hug me!"

Just as Manjushri was about to reach out to catch him, the next second, Heroion put him on the ground and spoke first: "Walk by yourself."

"No!" Holoi pointed to her feet and said matter-of-factly, "I don't even have shoes to wear."

"Who told you not to wear shoes?"

As Holoyan spoke, he ruthlessly lifted him up and tucked him into the crook of his arm. The little bug looked like a small bundle, its tiny tail dangling from beside its mother's arm, flicking back and forth to express its anger.

Seeing his angry expression, Manjushri felt a pang of sympathy and quickly took a few steps to catch up and try to take the baby away...

But as soon as he reached out his hand, Herroyen, as if he had expected it, slightly turned his body to avoid his movement and said, "No need, I can do it."

"All right."

Kid, just bear with it, we'll be downstairs soon.