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

Manjushri's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing him, and it fell into Heroiyi's ear canal.

"The father was not angry."

"Your father isn't testing you."

"The father really wants to know, does our Yi Yi want this?"

But Herroy couldn't listen, or rather, he dared not listen.

His thin body was still trembling slightly, the whole insect curled up in his father's arms like a frightened little animal, with only one thought in his mind: Father, don't be angry, Father, don't be angry, Father, don't be angry...

At this moment, Manjushri realized that the little guy in his arms hadn't listened to him at all. His little head was stubbornly buried in the ground, and he refused to lift it up no matter what.

He sighed, but there was not a trace of impatience in that sigh, only deep heartache.

Without saying anything more, he walked in without hesitation, ignoring everything else in the room.

Manjushri carried the baby to the bedside, bent down, and gently placed Heroiyi on the soft bedding.

The moment Heroi's body touched the bed, the entire insect froze.

It's too soft!

so comfy!

The fabric of the bedding was smooth and cool, completely different from the pure cotton sheets in his storage room.

He felt as if he were being held up by a soft cloud, every surface of contact was soft and just right;

He didn't even have time to be afraid before he was enveloped by a comfort he had never experienced before.

But then a new fear surged up: he would get his father's bedding dirty!

Even though he had just washed himself very clean, and even though he was wearing clean pajamas that he had just changed into, but... but this was Xiong's bed!

The father's bedding! The father's pillow! Everything about the father!!!

Even the female father doesn't get this kind of treatment, so how come he can just lie down like that?

What if he drools?

What if he wrinkles the blanket?

just in case......

Suddenly, a warm, large hand landed on his little head and gently rubbed it, thus dispelling his messy little worries.

Heroy opened her eyes and met the gentle face of her father who was leaning down.

There was no anger or impatience in Xiong's eyes; in fact, there seemed to be something in them that he couldn't understand, yet inexplicably wanted to get closer to.

(Until one day in the future, Heroiyi finally understood that this was called 'love'.)

"Yi Yi".

Manjushri's voice was gentle and soothing as he carefully coaxed the little insect, "Yiyi, would you like to sleep with your father?"

"Does Yi Yi want to sleep alone?"

When Manjushri asked this question, he had already made the choice for him in his heart.

This little one should sleep with the adults, of course!

After all, when he was in the orphanage, he noticed that some of the three- or four-year-old children would lie alone in their beds at night, biting their blankets and crying secretly, some would toss and turn unable to sleep, and some would wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares...

Back then, he and his colleagues took turns working the night shift, and they had to check every hour to see which child had kicked off their blanket, which child had wet the bed, and which child had rolled off the bed.

After a whole night of this, my bones feel like they're about to fall apart.

Now it's his turn to be a father, and since his son suffers from a serious mental illness, of course he has to sleep with his son!

This is not only good for the baby, but it might also allow him to discover other hidden causes of illness in the baby unintentionally!

Manjushri found a plausible reason for himself and then waited for Heroiyi's reply with a clear conscience.

But Herroy could not answer.

He was completely stunned by this question.

Sleeping with the father?

Was he in his father's bed?

In the father's bed?

Lying side by side with his father?

Just imagining the scene made his heart pound as if it were going to jump out of his throat.

This is so tempting for insects! It's absolutely irresistible!

He can blurt out "I do" almost without thinking!

But in reality, Herroy's mouth was already slightly open, and the word "I" had climbed to the tip of his tongue, just one breath away from being uttered.

But in that instant, all sorts of worries bubbled up in his heart like boiling water.

What if the father changes his mind in the middle of the night?

What if he falls asleep and accidentally kicks his father?

What if he rolls all the blankets over himself and makes his father catch a cold?

He didn't mean to think about these things, but these thoughts were like a program that ran automatically in his body, completely out of his control.

Every time he tried to take a step forward, ten voices would ring in his head: "No," "No," "You can't."

Herroyi's little face was full of distress. Her two light eyebrows were furrowed together, and her lips were pursed and relaxed repeatedly. This was even more painful than being beaten by her father.

Looking at the little one's hesitant expression, which was almost bursting with anxiety, Manjushri's smile widened.

How come this little rascal is so easy to read?

They clearly wanted it; their eyes were already filled with "I want it, I want it, I want it," but they just didn't dare to say it.

Even though you desperately want it, you twist yourself into a knot and pretend you don't want anything.

This cautious demeanor is just like a little stray cat that has been wandering in a deserted area for a long time. Suddenly, someone feeds it a few cans and some cat treats, but its first reaction is not to enjoy the warmth, but to be afraid that the hand will withdraw at any time.

Manjushri's heart softened completely. He got out of bed, knelt down, and positioned himself at eye level with Heroiyi. He spoke softly and slowly, as if afraid of startling something, and gently guided him:

"Daddy really wants to sleep with our Yi Yi, but I wonder if she'd be willing?"

When he said this, his tone carried a deliberate coquettishness, and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he were talking about something that made him very disappointed.

"what?"

Heroi was stunned.

Is the father... being affectionate?

The father who gets angry at the drop of a hat and throws things when things don't go his way is actually talking to him in this tone... to discuss things?

Herroy's brain started to shut down.

When Manjushri saw that his little one was looking so dazed and silly again, he was absolutely charmed, but he didn't show it on his face and continued to press his advantage.

His voice lowered further, carrying a soft, irresistible tone that even insects couldn't refuse: "If Yi Yi doesn't want to sleep with her father, then her father might not be able to sleep tonight because he misses her so much."

After saying that, he gave himself a thumbs up in his mind!

Anyway, he used to use reverse guidance to soothe the tantrum-throwing children in the orphanage, and it always worked.

really!

Herroy's big, watery eyes lit up instantly, as if two little stars had been ignited at the same time.

Without a second thought, his little head snapped to attention, and his mouth moved a thousand times faster than any 'countless hesitations,' uttering a clear, firm, and unwavering voice:

"I do!"