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

"Very good!"

Manjushri didn't give him a chance to back out. He happily picked up Heroi and bounced him around in his hands, which startled Heroi, who let out a soft "ah" and instinctively grabbed his collar with her two little hands.

After realizing what had happened, Heroie saw that she had actually wrinkled her father's clothes, and was so frightened that she quickly let go, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Looking at his shy yet trying-to-be-calm appearance, Manjushri's heart melted instantly, and she couldn't help but hug the little one even tighter.

Looking at this little face that looks so much like my own, coupled with such a vivid expression, it's just too cute to be true!

Heroie was embraced by her father, and her small body stiffened slightly at first, then gradually relaxed.

The father's embrace was warm, even warmer than the hot water in the bathtub. The warmth seeped through the thin fabric, as if it would melt his bones.

Holoiyi was so fond of this "warmth" that he secretly took a deep breath, trying to remember his father's scent.

"Come on, let your father take you upstairs to sleep." With that, Manjushri led him upstairs.

As for that storage room, we'll have the robot bug fill it up tomorrow!

When they were halfway upstairs, the robotic insect upstairs assumed that the master insect wanted to go back to its room to rest, so it opened the door to the master bedroom on its own initiative.

Manjushri was just wondering which room to choose for his little one when he saw the mechanical insect had already opened the door. Without thinking, he walked over without hesitation.

When he stood at the doorway with Holoiyi in his arms, facing the ridiculously large bed in the master bedroom, he was completely stunned.

Similarly, this was the first time that Herroy had the opportunity to truly see the layout of the entire master bedroom.

But he only glanced at it before quickly closing his eyes, afraid that his father would think he didn't know the rules.

But why is the father still motionless?

Holoi didn't understand, and because she was really curious, she cautiously turned her head and looked around the room again with her big, watery eyes.

This observation had a huge impact on his young worldview.

The father's room was unbelievably big!

When he used to live on the second floor, that room "very close to the master bedroom" was already several times larger than the storage room on the first floor. At the time, he thought it was the best room in the world.

But only now did he realize that his father's room was three or four times larger than his own.

At the entrance is a set of dark wood wardrobes, with the doors half open, revealing the neatly hung adult insect costumes inside;

Next to the wardrobe is a large desk, on which are several books and a thin, extra-large monitor.

Opposite the desk is a floor-to-ceiling window that covers an entire wall. The curtains are half-drawn, and the natural light from outside shines in, illuminating the entire room.

But none of this is impressive enough.

What truly stunned him was the bed inside.

Heroi's pupils dilated slightly.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, like a small fish pulled ashore, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

That bed is way too big.

The folding bed he used to sleep on in the storage room, placed in front of this large bed, was probably only the size of a pillow.

He even suspected that this bed could fit ten adult insects!

No, fifteen adult insects!

No, he couldn't count them at all!

The dark-colored bed frame is dignified and elegant, while the light-colored bedding is laid out neatly, with several fluffy and soft pillows and a comfortable-looking quilt.

Heroiyi was stunned.

"Male...Male Father."

He called out blankly, then regretted it and instinctively shrank into his father's arms.

"Um?"

Manjushri was looking down at the baby in his arms. Seeing the baby's dazed look, he couldn't help but smile.

He himself was shocked by the layout of the room; he almost couldn't keep his expression straight when he entered!

After all, he was just an ordinary person; when had he ever seen anything like this before?

But he was quite concerned about his image and thought he couldn't show weakness in front of the little one, so he quickly regained his composure.

However, Manjushri knew perfectly well that the original owner was completely wrong!

What are you doing sleeping in such a big bed, you little bug?

Is it really necessary to roll around and somersault inside without falling out?

I enjoy such a spacious room and a royal sleeping experience, but my precious child ends up being crammed into the storage room. What a nutcase!

Manjushri cursed the original owner of the body repeatedly in his mind, but showed no sign of it on his face.

He looked gently at the little girl in his arms, Heroyi, whose mouth was slightly open and who was staring blankly, and asked with a smile, "Yiyi, would you like to sleep in this room?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heroiyi shuddered in his arms.

He seemed to be burned by those words, and the whole insect suddenly woke up from its daze.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the color drained from his face, replaced by an almost instinctive fear.

Was the father testing him?

This guess made him realize the truth almost instantly.

This had happened far too many times before—his father would always ask him with a smile, "Do you want to?", and when he said yes, he would be scolded mercilessly.

He remembered that "Do you deserve it?" look in his eyes, that "You don't deserve it?" tone of voice, all too clearly.

Each time it felt like a knife stabbing into him, and after stabbing him, it would twist him.

How could he forget?

How could he possibly forget?

Heroy closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to banish everything he had just seen from his mind—the big bed, the French windows, the beautiful furniture—he didn't see any of it, and he didn't want to see any of it.

"No, no," he said urgently, as if desperately trying to explain before his father could get angry, "That's my father's room, I didn't look, I didn't think about it, I, I..."

His eyelashes trembled violently, and even with his eyes closed, tears still seeped from the corners of his eyes and clung to his eyelashes.

His voice grew softer and softer, his body trembled more and more, until it was almost a whisper: "Father, please don't be angry, I'm sorry... I'll go downstairs and stay here."

After saying that, Heroiyi began to struggle.

But he dared not use force, afraid of hurting his father, yet he really wanted to get down from his father's arms.

He wanted to go back to the storage room on the first floor, back to that small room where he wouldn't make a mistake.

He preferred to sleep on that terribly narrow folding bed rather than stay in his father's arms, because the premonition of being scolded was more terrifying than any punishment.

Based on just a few words of resistance from the child, Manjushri instantly understood the meaning behind them.

Looking at the struggling baby in his arms, he felt a pang of heartache and tightened his arms even more, so much so that the baby's struggles were completely ineffective, and the tiny wriggling soon stopped because the baby was exhausted.

Manjushri reached out a hand and covered the back of the baby's head, gently pressing his face into the crook of his shoulder.

Then, in a tone that was both firm and extremely gentle, she called out to him:

"Yi Yi".