This was an absolute devastating blow to the cub; she hadn't expected that her beloved brother would have so many wounds after just one day apart.

Yes, there are so many wounds.

Rong Zhoudu didn't want others to know about his injuries, so when the cub's mouth trembled with sadness, he quickly picked it up and rushed back to his room.

Sure enough, before they could even catch their breath after returning to the room, the cub's pent-up frustration poured out like water from a burst dam.

She stretched out her small, lotus-root-like arms, and her chubby little tail flapped restlessly and pitifully.

"Ouch, honey, it hurts, it hurts so much~"

The language revealed an undisguised concern.

Rong Zhoudu looked at the cub, who refused to be put down for even a moment, with a slight headache. He patted the cub's rounded shape reassuringly.

"Look, let the kid see!"

Even when held on a lap, the cub wouldn't stay still, struggling and wagging its chubby little tail, wanting to see the injuries on its older brother.

And just looking at her shoulders isn't enough; I also have to take off my coat and lift it up to show her.

Rong Zhoudu was somewhat dumbfounded.

Logically, he should have stopped it; after all, he was a virgin and shouldn't have let this scoundrel get away with it.

But even though he thought that, he didn't move his hands at all.

It could even be described as going with the flow.

The cubs can roll up their sleeves or lift their clothes whenever they want.

The shirt of his school uniform was slightly lifted, revealing a patch of snow-white abdominal muscles.

Although he is only eight years old, Xiao Rongzhoudu has long been aware of the importance of body management. After all, he is a future military academy student and absolutely cannot relax.

To be honest, Rong Zhoudu was a little embarrassed.

However, this is accompanied by a kind of morbid satisfaction.

So this is what it feels like to be cared for.

But why has such a cub never appeared in his world?

Why did he encounter a demon?

Why was he utterly powerless in that world, yet able to escape time and time again in this one?

Why is that?

They are clearly the same person.

As I continued thinking along these lines, it became increasingly difficult to suppress my feelings.

The darkness that had long lingered in his heart finally surged forth. If he killed his past self in this world, would it be possible for him to completely...

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body.

Moreover, this time it was even more direct; it wasn't just about losing control, but about waking up directly in reality.

It was like the startled feeling of waking up from a dream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling again.

The greatest sense of loss was like being swept away by an undercurrent in the ocean that could instantly take one's life.

Rong Zhoudu couldn't help but clench the thin blanket in his hands tightly.

Was it a dream, or...?

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his long legs to step off the black and gold bed.

He casually picked up the communicator beside him, his voice cold and ruthless.

"Secretary Liu, send me the previous medical test results."

"yes."

"Also, schedule an appointment with a psychologist."

Were these dreams simply due to exhaustion, or was someone secretly drugging him to make him show mercy to that woman?

No matter who it is, if he finds them, he will definitely make them wish they were dead.

Secretary Liu responded even faster.

Where Rong Zhoudu couldn't see, he was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

Does anyone in the family understand?

The boss, who had been having problems, finally realized he needed to see a doctor!

Liu, who was woken up by his communicator in the middle of the night, quickly and accurately made an appointment for a psychologist for his boss.

This psychiatrist is one of the top psychiatrists in the entire galaxy.

He had his eye on this doctor a long time ago.

Every night he was exploited by his boss, he dreamed that one day he would be able to legitimately take his sick boss here for a proper checkup.

What kind of disease could possibly cause such torment to these poor, innocent cattle and horses?

Although the salary offered is extremely, extremely, extremely high.

But he was afraid he wouldn't live long enough to survive.

But if the boss is willing to see a doctor, then...

A wonderful life must be just around the corner.

He must start to be happy!

She fainted from exhaustion. (JpG)

Let's turn our attention back to this side.

Xiao Rongzhou was completely unaware that the person hiding in his mental sea had briefly disappeared.

Holding the soft, tender cub in his arms, his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

He actually had a lot of grievances.

He has many worries on his mind.

But the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

He didn't want anyone to know he was injured.

Except for this cub,

After all, this guy already knows.

But he was unwilling to tell the cub the real reason.

He gently stroked the cub's head.

"It's okay, I just tripped and fell."

She tilted her little face up in disbelief, wanting to hear those words again.

His face screamed, "You big liar!"

Rong Zhoudu couldn't help but laugh when he saw the cub's appearance.

"Actually, everything is fine now."

The cub couldn't help but frown, and very seriously placed its little hand on Rong Zhoudu's shoulder.

"Guoguo told Zai, 'If anyone bullies you, Baobao will avenge you!'"

Rong Zhoudu shook his head again, "No one is bullying me, really."

Nobody is bullying you?

The cub's brow furrowed even more, and a cautious look appeared on its snow-white, soft face.

She looked around the room like a thief.

His voice lowered even further, his sweet, childlike voice filled with seriousness.

"Brother, don't be afraid. I won't tell anyone. Just tell me, and I'll definitely help you get revenge!"

Rong Zhoudu couldn't help but chuckle at the cub's protective words, and he gently patted the cub's forehead.

"Thank you, little one, but I'm really okay."

No matter how much the cub pleaded and acted pitiful, Rong Zhoudu refused to tell the truth.

When it was time to eat, the cub was naturally held and fed by the butler.

The cub's face was serious, and even its usually lively spoon-waving during meals was less enthusiastic.

And he would always gulp down a couple of bites and then stop, a serious look of contemplation flashing across his youthful face.

The butler, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

He gently wiped the rice cereal from the corner of the baby's mouth.

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the young lady, that such a young face could look so serious.

What he didn't know was that the cub was currently conversing with the system that had disappeared long ago.