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

"Don't!"

Manjushri blushed and turned his head away, taking a step back in a flustered manner.

Herroyen's sudden and audacious act left him somewhat bewildered.

He was perfectly fine before we started, so why did Holoyen turn into a worm after we finished?

Manjushri obviously couldn't understand his behavior of approaching him for no reason. This was very different from the usual dignified, mature and steady image of the Grand Marshal, and could even be called... a refined scoundrel (actually, it wasn't that serious).

Ignoring the advice, Heroion took another half step forward, maximizing the ambiguous atmosphere between himself and the male lord. Just as he was about to press his entire body against the male lord, he straightened up and stood up straight the next second.

Manjushri's breath hitched for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. He was so frightened that he mistakenly thought that Herroyen was going to do something indecent, but he didn't.

Holoyen held up the hairdryer and explained earnestly, "My lord, I just wanted to dry your hair to keep you from getting sick. Is that not allowed?"

These words made it seem as if Manjushri was overthinking things, or rather, he was thinking in the wrong direction.

Manjushri glanced at the hairdryer, his eye twitched slightly, and then he sat back down in his chair, waiting for him to dry his hair while he began to examine himself.

But then I thought about it again and realized that it was clearly Holoyen who was being indecent!

Why does he have to hold a hairdryer so close to me?

How could this not cause him to misunderstand?

With a "snap," Manjushri saw that Herroyen had plugged in the hair dryer and then realized that something was wrong again!

He has hands and feet, why bother Herroyen?

"Or maybe I should do it myself."

"My lord, let me do the singing for you."

After saying that, Heroion gave the lord no room to refuse and immediately started the hairdryer.

The moment the warm air rushed out of the vent, his fingers slipped into the man's damp hair, slowly lifting a strand and letting the warm air evenly brush against the roots...

This action made Manjushri even more uncomfortable, but just as he was about to refuse, Heroyen had already seen through his intentions!

The next second, Heroyen deliberately released a wisp of mental energy, which quietly lingered around the male lord's nostrils, teasing the edge of his senses and enticing him to slowly close his mouth again.

He stood behind the powerful ruler, desperately trying to suppress the triumphant smile on his face.

A few minutes later, even after his hair was completely dry, Holoyen's fingers were still twirling around the ends of the lord's hair... he seemed quite fond of it.

"Is it okay now? It seems to be all dry," Manjushri turned his head slightly, his ears still bearing the faint blush.

However, he was unaware of the tricks Herroyen had played. He only felt that he was suddenly very reluctant to see him leave, mistakenly thinking that the "mental turmoil period" was about to start again, which is why he swallowed his words of refusal.

Fortunately, it didn't happen!

"Hmm," Herroin casually placed the hairdryer on the table, then squatted down straight down beside the male master's legs.

He found the right angle and tilted his head back, his golden eyes gleaming warmly under the light, deliberately revealing another side of himself in a rare moment.

He even spoke in a very soft voice, and then he began to imitate a seductive sub-female, asking the male master for a trivial reward: "My lord, may you kiss me?"

"Huh?" Manjushri's mind went blank for a moment as he stared at Holoyen squatting pitifully in front of him, at a loss for what to do.

Seeing that the lord's face only showed shock and no other ill intentions, Holoyen immediately lost confidence;

He then channeled a few more strands of his spiritual energy into her, and added in an almost pleading tone, "As a reward for blow-drying your hair... is that alright?"

Manjushri's fingers curled slightly on his knee: "This... isn't quite right."

He's not feeling unwell right now, so it's not good for him to take advantage of the insect for no reason.

Although I've already taken advantage of even greater benefits, no, it seems like I've taken advantage of everything I should and shouldn't have... but that was a special case. Now, in broad daylight, how can I possibly do that?

"What's not good about it?"

Holoyen suddenly became anxious. Could it be that this move could only be used when the lord was drunk?

Just like two years ago?

Wouldn't that put his fruit wine collection from many years ago to good use?

Manjushri's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the door: "What if Yi Yi... comes up later?"

Actually, he was a little worried about Yi Yi coming up, but the real reason was that he was a little embarrassed. How could he kiss her like that?

Normally, it's Holoy who does the kissing, but now he's being asked... well, should he open his mouth first? Or...?

"No, it won't happen," Herroyen said with certainty, because he had heard the sound of his son turning pages downstairs, and since he had locked the door from the inside, he dared to make the suggestion.

Heroion spoke with righteous indignation, as if announcing a major event, confidently declaring, "Iyi won't come up, don't worry!"

He cupped the lord's left hand in his own, as if handling a precious gift, while his gaze remained fixed on the lord, persistently feigning weakness as he asked, "Is it really not allowed?"

"Huh?" Manjushri froze for a moment.

He stared blankly at the face before him—Heroine was looking up at him at a 45-degree angle, the light streaming down from above, highlighting all his best features:

Those golden eyes shimmered like melting amber in the light; the high, straight nose cast a sharp shadow on her profile; her lips were soft yet defined; even the curve of her jawline was just right...

For a moment, he suspected that this was something Herroyen had done on purpose, but then he thought that the face itself was already stunning, so why would he need to deliberately find an angle?

In the few seconds he was lost in thought, Herroyen's voice rang out again, as if possessed by some kind of magic, the pleading voice crashing into his ears, making him even more unable to resist.

Who could refuse that?

"A powerful ruler... is it really not possible?"

"If that's not possible, then please don't be angry with me, okay?"

"It's my fault for asking you for a reward, my lord, I'm sorry..."

Herroy's seductive voice clung to the lord like a ghost.

This caused Manjushri's mind to go blank, with only one thought echoing wildly: Reward him! Kiss him! Reward him! Kiss him! Reward him! Kiss him! Reward him! Kiss him! Reward him! Kiss him! Reward him! Kiss him!

He nodded without realizing it, and even blurted out, almost as if possessed, "Okay..."

Only after he finished speaking did he realize what he had done, but it was too late, because Holoyen had already stood up and moved closer to him...

"Wait!" Manjushri reached out and subconsciously gave him a gentle push.

The force was so light that even the baby wouldn't be knocked over, but Holoyern was still pushed and staggered.