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

Manjushri led him into the bathroom, went in to check that the water temperature was suitable, and then immediately left and closed the door.

Heroie stood inside, and only after hearing her father's steady footsteps stop outside the door did she finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

Without delay, he quickly unbuttoned his slightly oversized clothes and climbed into the bathtub using both hands and feet.

The water in the bathtub was precisely prepared by the machine based on the amount of insects needed, and the water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

The warm water enveloped his thin body, bringing him a long-lost sense of comfort.

However, when Herroy looked down and saw the hot water gradually dissolving the ointment on her body, an indescribable sadness suddenly welled up in her heart.

That was the first time Xiong's father applied medicine to him.

The father's fingers were faintly warm, and his movements were as gentle as if he were handling a cute little white rabbit, applying the medicine while softly comforting him.

That tender and considerate care was something he had never experienced from his father...

As a result, after only the time it takes to eat a meal, he was about to wash off the ointment that symbolized "the father is a good worm".

Thinking of this, Heroi's eyes immediately reddened, her nose stung terribly, and tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

But he dared not cry out loud, and was even more afraid that his father outside the door would get angry if he waited too long.

If you dawdle for too long, you might get a severe scolding in return.

Heroie desperately held back her tears, quickly grabbed a towel and hastily washed herself clean. Then, she hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub, put on clean clothes, and rushed out.

The frosted glass door to the bathroom was suddenly pushed open with a "whoosh," and Manjushri immediately turned around upon hearing the sound.

Then, Heroi rushed out like a startled little rabbit!

But he was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to straighten his clothes; his trouser legs were still wrung out, and his wet hair was plastered to his cheeks, dripping water...

Herroy had only one thought in her mind: she couldn't keep her father waiting, and she couldn't let him get angry!

But he accidentally slipped and stumbled, stepping on the half of his trouser leg that had been pulled down.

The next second, Heroi's eyes widened in surprise, and the whole world seemed to tilt before his eyes!

Before he could even scream, he felt his body lurch forward uncontrollably, like a frisbee being flung away, unable to catch anything.

Finished!

These were the only two words that flashed through his mind.

However, the cold, hard ground that was expected did not appear.

He was swiftly lifted up by a pair of steady and powerful arms; one arm held his waist firmly, while the other protected the back of his head.

His insect-like head slammed heavily into a broad and warm chest—the chest of his father.

And so, Heroie fell into her father's arms.

With a dull thud, he was hit so hard that he saw stars, felt a dull pain in his forehead and nose, and his head was buzzing, which made it take him a while to recover.

But he couldn't care less about his own pain, because the 'pain' in his head felt like bad news from the insect god: he had bumped into his father.

He was hit so hard that even he was dizzy. What about his father?

How much pain must the father be in?

The father will definitely be angry!

This thought shattered his broken little heart almost instantly.

In my memory, those familiar scenes surged up like a tide!

Curses, the sound of things being thrown, fists and slaps landing on him...

The female had told him that no male insect would tolerate such a thing happening, especially since he had bumped into his own male father!

Thinking of this, Heroie's tears fell down in an instant.

It wasn't out of resentment, but out of pure fear.

His small body trembled like a wind chime in his father's arms, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, his lips pressed tightly together, as he began to wait agonizingly.

Wait for the hand that discards him;

Waiting for that barrage of curses;

He was waiting for the consequences he dared not even think about.

But his father's warm arms did not push him away; instead, they tightened around him and held him firmly in their embrace.

Manjushri raised his palm and placed it on his back, patting it gently and rhythmically.

It was as if he were back in the orphanage caring for the young children, and he used the same method to patiently and gently comfort Heroi.

"It's alright, it's alright."

A deep voice came from above him, with a gentleness that Heroie had never heard before, "Were you scared? Don't be afraid, your father caught you."

In an instant, Heroi's sobs choked in her throat, and the insect almost revealed its true form.

What is the father saying?

He couldn't believe it.

Every second, he waited for that turning point, for his father's face to contort into a ferocious expression, for his father's tone to become increasingly agitated...

Even when his father's hands, which had been patting his back, suddenly turned into a shove.

But no.

Nothing happened.

The father's soothing movements were always so gentle, his embrace so warm, and his voice so calm...

Heroie couldn't help but cry again, her small body beginning to tremble uncontrollably...

It wasn't until quite a while later that his crying turned into soft sobs, which gradually subsided.

He carefully raised his face, his thick eyelashes still glistening with tears, his eyes bright and moist from the tears.

He looked timidly at his father, his eyes still lingering with fear and hesitant probing.

Manjushri lowered his head and met the baby's wet eyes.

He calmly reached out and placed his warm palm on the boy's reddened forehead and nose, gently massaging them with his fingertips. As he massaged, he smiled and deliberately softened his voice to coax him, "Does it still hurt?"

Holoi stared blankly at his father, trying to decipher the smile on his face, only to find that it contained no pretense, restraint, or irritability, but only pure concern and worry for him.

He looked at it again and again, and only after confirming that his father was really not angry did he dare to gently shake his head and lie, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

But he was still panicked. After all, the fear that was etched into his bones couldn't be dispelled so easily. He felt that he had to say or do something to avoid the punishment that was to come.

So he lowered his head and whispered, barely a whisper, "I'm sorry, Father..."

After saying that, he started waiting again, waiting for the words "It's good that you know you were wrong" or "Be careful next time," waiting for any words that carried a reprimanding tone.

However, he noticed that his father simply pulled his arm back slightly, seemingly to make him lean more securely, and then told him in a nonchalant tone, "It's okay, Dad isn't angry."

Heroi suddenly raised her head, but she wasn't angry.

How could I not be angry?

He bumped into the father-in-law, and bumped into him so hard, how could the father-in-law not be angry?

Herroy opened her mouth as if to say something, but her lips moved a few times and then closed again.

He tried to find traces or flaws in his father's face, eyes, and voice, but no matter how many times he looked, he found nothing.

So... the father didn't lie?

This answer finally put Herroy's heart at ease, and he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

But then, a wave of frustration followed.

Heroie lowered her head and bit her lip, her mind racing with questions: How could I have fallen?

It's already a one-year-old bug, but it can't even walk anymore?

Even if someone is going to fall, how could they possibly fall onto their father?

Even if the father says he's not angry, what if he's actually unhappy inside?

What if, because of this, the father no longer wants to treat him well?

This must not happen again!

Heroi warned herself sternly: Watch where you're going when you walk, be careful when you run, make sure your feet are firmly planted, and wear your clothes properly!

In short, we absolutely cannot let it fall again!

At the very least, I can't fall on my father again.

He can't let his father think he's a terrible little bug.

What if the female father finds out when he gets back? Wouldn't that just cause him more trouble?