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

Holoy held the male ruler for a while, but the male ruler's mood continued to be depressed, causing his brows to furrow more and more.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He immediately loosened his arms, put his knees on the ground, and knelt down in a very proper posture, hoping to beg for the king's forgiveness.

Manjushri had already recovered and was about to ask him about the scar on his back, but Herroyen did not play by the rules.

"You, you get up quickly..." Manjushri urged, then knelt down himself.

As if anticipating his movements, Herroyne moved forward with his knees on the ground in an instant, causing the lord's knees to land directly on his thighs instead of the cold, hard ground.

His hand immediately touched the master's back to prevent him from falling due to his unsteady posture.

"My lord," Holoyen looked up, his golden eyes fixed on him, and asked earnestly, "you don't like wings, do you?"

When Manjushri heard that he had misunderstood so drastically, he immediately explained and clarified: "No, I like it! Your wings are very beautiful, I like them very much."

Herroyen lowered his eyelids, but his tone remained firm: "But you're not happy."

The powerful ruler was unhappy; he hadn't misjudged the situation.

That's because I saw the scars on your back.

As he spoke, Manjushri opened his hands and looked at his palms. For the first time, he felt utter disgust and hatred for these hands that had committed so many evil deeds.

Heroion was stunned. He had been so focused on the fact that the Lord wanted to see the full view of his wings that he had completely forgotten about the scars left by Yulis back then.

Female insects generally have a strong self-healing ability and should not leave any scars. However, some male insects have a penchant for abusing female insects, so various kinds of special skin-damaging drugs have been produced on the market.

Once whips, clubs, or other instruments of torture are stained with these chemicals, they will leave these ugly marks permanently on the thick skin of the female insect.

He hadn't been abused in a long time since he returned from the border, so much so that he had long forgotten those memories.

But now, looking into the eyes of the powerful ruler, filled with self-reproach and guilt, those memories came flooding back.

Manjushri hung his head in embarrassment and said apologetically, "I hit him, I'm sorry."

"It wasn't you who hit him, it was Yulis, not you."

After saying that, Herroyen hugged his waist tightly, lifted the male master steadily from his lap, and then turned and walked towards the door at the far end of the office.

That was his lounge, simple and tidy. Since he hadn't stayed to sleep there recently, the neatly folded bedding on the bed remained exactly as it was.

Holoy placed the male master on the bed and gently comforted him, "I didn't give Yulis many chances to hit me."

"Sometimes I stay here to rest and ask a friend to look after Yi Yi for me."

Although there are still unavoidable injuries, they are much better off than other female insects.

Holoyen continued his nonsense: "Master, don't be sad. The female insect's body has a strong regenerative ability, so it doesn't hurt."

"Hmm..." Manjushri responded, but he did not believe it.

How can you not feel pain when you get hit?

The depth and crisscrossing of those scars clearly indicated that they were old wounds that had been repeatedly piled up. He wanted to say something, but the words he tried to say seemed pale and powerless.

He looked up and gazed intently at Herroyen's face. Her golden eyes looked exceptionally gentle under the light, reflecting his image cleanly without a trace of resentment.

Holoyen didn't flinch, but after a few seconds of eye contact, he couldn't help but kiss her, using the opportunity to divert the master's attention.

Manjushri was initially a little stunned, but when Herroyen's lips rubbed against his lips repeatedly, he felt an irresistible urge to respond.

He quickly tilted his head back and eagerly accepted the kiss...

A few minutes later, he was already dazed from Holoyen's unrestrained kisses, and even his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

But the culprit, instead of feeling apologetic, went even further, probing deeper because he wanted to...

"No!" Manjushri anxiously grabbed his wandering wrist, quickly stopping him. "Not here, let's go home first..."

Holoyen, with a straight face, said something shameless: "But Yiyi is home too, he'll bother us."

Manjushri remained silent, for it was the truth.

He suddenly remembered what Herroyen had said before about not postponing the child's schooling, and now, thinking about it again, it seemed to make a lot of sense.

but! !! !!

Manjushri shook his head again, firmly saying, "It can't be here."

Who does such improper things in the office?

"Alright," Holoyen had to back down and didn't continue.

After all, his purpose in trying to get close to the powerful ruler this time was simply to avoid upsetting him and to take advantage of the situation.

Herroyen released him, got up and walked to the wardrobe next to him. He opened the wardrobe door and saw a row of neat uniforms hanging inside. He took out the most formal and conspicuous uniform from the deepest part and put it on neatly in front of the lord.

This uniform looks more imposing than the previous one, with the shoulder lines stretched out to be sharp and defined, and the belt cinching his waist, making his entire body appear even more slender and fierce.

Moreover, this outfit is more like a ceremonial attire, carrying a sense of distance and oppression that makes one feel unapproachable.

Manjushri's gaze lingered on the pair of epaulets for a moment, then shifted away, unsure where to look next.

"Why do we need to get a new one?"

Heroion, who was adjusting his cuffs, turned his head to look at him when he heard this, and said nonsensically, "We need to change into formal attire to go to the training ground to check their physical fitness test."

"Oh..." Manjushri nodded, then asked, "Can I go?"

Herroyen's fingers paused lightly on his cufflinks, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He was clearly waiting for the master to say those words; otherwise, wouldn't the clothes have been changed for nothing?

"OK."

"I'll have Yuze take you and Yiyi there in a bit."