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

"You'll sleep in my room tonight."

"I'm not going." After saying that, Sierland tried to walk around him, but was blocked again.

He turned left and his rebellious son turned left, he turned right and his rebellious son turned right, like a mischievous moving wall that kept him firmly trapped in place.

Manjushri stepped forward, first tugging at the back of Holoyen's robe to calm him down, then said, "Father, I had 004 thoroughly clean Ian's room this afternoon. Why don't you stay the night?"

"No," Sirland shook his head again. Although he did want to stay, the thought was quickly suppressed by the rules, because there was no precedent for a female lord's father staying overnight at a male insect's house.

When Holoyen saw that the female father refused, he was about to reach out to pull the worm when he was stopped by the male master again.

Wen Shu shook his head at him, signaling with his eyes not to do anything rash, but just as he was about to say a few more words of advice, a series of pattering footsteps came from upstairs.

There stood in the hallway, clutching his little pajamas, his hair a mess. He craned his neck to look down, his clear voice echoing through the living room: "Please don't go, Grandma. I want to sleep with you tonight."

Hearing the sound, Sirland looked up at the small figure in the corridor. His gaze met Yi Yi's across half a floor, and he remained silent for a while.

Finally, under the female's unwavering gaze and Manjushri's gentle eyes, he hesitantly relented: "Just for one night."

Heroie, standing in the corridor, overheard this, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is the matriarch going home to sleep tomorrow? Can I still come with her?"

"Can."

Herroyen answered for Silland, as if staying at his house tonight was just a transition, and that they should all go back to Silland's house tomorrow night.

Sierland glanced at him speechlessly, but did not utter a word in rebuttal. He pretended not to hear and turned to go upstairs.

He paused for a moment as he pushed open the door to the female child's room. The room was warm and bright, the curtains were drawn, and the bed, blankets, and pillows were all neatly arranged. The potted plant that he had casually placed on the windowsill years ago was still alive, now moved to a better spot with glossy leaves.

He had argued with the female too many times in this room, so it wasn't exactly a pleasant place. But now, standing at the door, he inexplicably felt that the intense atmosphere of the past had faded considerably, replaced by something indescribable.

Seeing his parents enter his room, Holoyen finally looked away, satisfied. He then thought that Yiyi hadn't insisted on sleeping with them tonight, especially since she had just returned from a field trip and hadn't made any unreasonable demands on her birthday, which made him feel quite gratified.

In the bathroom, Heroiyi was soaking in the bathtub, the hot water reaching his chest, with a layer of fine white foam floating on the surface.

He took out the stone that glowed on its own, and with his little hands wet, he rubbed it clean. With each rub, the stone shone a little brighter, like a little light bulb that he had awakened.

As he scrubbed, he babbled on and on, "From now on, you'll take baths with me. I'll make you sparkling clean, brighter than the stars in the sky..."

The water in the bathtub rippled gently with his movements, turning the faint light reflected from the mineral into tiny ripples that spread in circles to the edge of the tub and back again.

Meanwhile, Manjushri and Herroyne soon became intimate after returning to their room.

"My lord," Holoyen said, grabbing the master's manhood as if throwing a tantrum, his tone tinged with displeasure, "why did you send Yi Yi so many gifts?"

Although he knew two days in advance that Xiong Zhu and Lin Zhuoran were preparing a surprise at home, he did not expect the surprise to be so grand—gifts, cakes, ribbons, and balloons were everywhere, as if they had brought back everything from the children's play area of ​​the entire mall.

Manjushri let out a heavy sigh, his voice broken by Heroion's abrupt refrain: "I...didn't I send you the shopping list when Zhuoran and I went to the mall that day?"

Holoyen persisted, lowering his head to gently rub the male's lower lip, as if venting his anger: "But you've never given me a gift."

His voice lingered between his lips and teeth, carrying a stubbornness that suggested he knew he was being unreasonable but still wanted an explanation.

The next second, Manjushri pulled a small box from deep inside his pocket, which finally calmed Heroion's dissatisfaction.

Herroyn's gaze fell on the unassuming dark blue velvet box, no bigger than the palm of his hand, but it quickly replaced the displeasure in his eyes. He was even so excited that he deliberately and accidentally touched the lord's toss to relieve his excitement.

"What is this?"

Manjushri did not answer, but instead handed the box to him.

Herroyen took the box and opened it—inside lay two silver rings, one slightly larger and one slightly smaller, with simple and clean lines and no superfluous decorations, but under the light from above, they shimmered with a soft luster.

Manjushri mustered his courage and, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, jokingly said, "This is for you. I'll use the ring to keep you tied down so you won't have any wild thoughts all the time."

He spoke casually, as if joking, but his expectant gaze remained fixed on Herroyen's face, awaiting his reaction.

Holoyen looked down at the two rings, remained silent for a couple of seconds, and then said, "I was yours to begin with."

Then he reached into the box and took out both rings. He put one on his ring finger and the other on his little finger—the larger one fit snugly at the base of his ring finger, and the smaller one also securely encircled his little finger.

He held his hand up to the light and examined it for a while, looking at it from left to right, his lips curving into a wide smile, extremely satisfied, as if the two rings were meant to be on his hands.

Manjushri paused for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say that one of them was for him, but seeing the look of great joy on Heroyen's face, his hand examining it over and over in the light as if he had found some priceless treasure, he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

He tiptoed over and kissed Holoyen on the corner of his mouth, asking, "Are you still angry?"

Holoyen looked down at him and said, feigning nonchalance, "I wasn't angry in the first place."

Manjushri chuckled but didn't expose him. Instead, she lowered her head and took his hand, which was adorned with two rings, gently stroking the rings with her fingertips.

"No, I'll give you one for your birthday. Don't ask now."

"Will that be as many as Yi Yi's gifts?"

"Won't."

Upon hearing this, Herroyne immediately clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Wenshu immediately explained, "Those gifts weren't all from me. Zhuoran bought more than a dozen. Do you want him to give you more than a dozen birthday presents too?"

Herroyne fell silent.

Why would he want other male insects to give him gifts?

Manjushri couldn't help but laugh when he saw his expression, but he didn't forget to coax him, "Alright, alright, if you want it, I'll grant your wish later."