Chapter 162 Apology
Samuel was unusually short of breath.
The smell of blood on his body was so strong that even changing into a clean robe could not cover it up.
What's more, he was facing an S-level female bee with an extremely keen sense of smell.
The female bee had never been so silent before. She even avoided Samuel's sight and just took a step back and stood behind him.
When Samuel turned sideways, he could only see his drooping brows.
Only then did he realize that Ernest really had a very tough appearance, with high brow bones and nose bridge, like an unyielding mountain.
It's just that he is usually too submissive, so he seems a little silly.
But in fact, he is already a fairly mature female insect.
Ernest remained silent until the doctor treated Samuel's wound.
"puppy……"
After everyone left the bedroom, Samuel lay in the soft nest and whispered.
Ernest didn't look at him, but leaned slightly in his direction and said, "Your Majesty is injured. It would be better for you to rest more."
He brought more bee-eater down and then sat outside the hive with his back to Samuel.
Samuel looked at the tall figure and tilted his head slightly.
The puppy couldn't have been unaware of his unfinished words, but he refused to sleep with him.
This is angry.
Ultimately, he was wrong in this matter. Before leaving, he said to the puppy, "I'm not as fragile as you think."
But in order to test the attitude of the 'prophet', Samuel still got himself injured.
So it was natural for Ernest to be angry.
but……
.
Ernest sat outside the nest with his back to His Majesty.
His heart was filled with self-blame. As His Majesty's personal guard, he had actually caused His Majesty to suffer such serious injuries.
But more than that, he was annoyed by His Majesty's attitude.
Why don't you take care of your body?! Even if you want to test the 'prophet', you shouldn't do it this way!
Your Majesty is frail, how much blood can be wasted like this?!
If the root is damaged, then he should...
Just then, Ernest felt his clothes being gently pulled.
But even though he was sitting with his back to His Majesty, he did not relax at all - he pricked up his ears and kept a close eye on His Majesty's actions, fearing that his wound would be broken.
He lowered his eyes and saw a soft, shapeless five-pointed star standing beside him, extending a small horn and knocking on his armor "dong dong".
Seeing him lower his head, the five-pointed star used all four corners to start climbing on him.
Its horns seemed to have no stickiness and would easily slide off the smooth armor.
The entire five-pointed star made a "bang bang" sound and rolled down between Ernest's legs as he sat cross-legged.
Its five corners curled up together and turned into a small golden ball.
“…”
Ernest hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help but picked it up.
The five-pointed star seemed to be extremely tired and it took a long time to unfold.
After resting for a while, the five-pointed star climbed up, and its two slightly blunt horns were placed in the palm of Ernest's hand.
Only then did Ernest realize that it was not a five-pointed star at all.
Instead, it is a chubby, simplified little man.
There are also three small holes on its head.
The two small ones serve as eyes, and the bigger one is the mouth.
It's just that the head is a little pointed and the limbs are short, so he misunderstood it.
The little man spread his arms, a movement that made him look incredibly like a starfish.
It waved its feet up and down, and seeing that Ernest was unmoved, it moved its feet slightly.
Then he sat down on Ernest's hand.
Then the villain rubbed his hands together in front of his chest.
After a while, it opened its arms, and a line of golden words appeared in its hands.
Like a string of latte art.
【hug】
It began waving its arms again.
Ernest pursed his lips.
He couldn't help but gently close his palm and hold the little man in it.
Soft.
And tough.
It feels great.
Ernest couldn't help but use some force with his thumb, rubbing the little man so hard that he couldn't help but twist it.
Its short limbs tightly grasped Ernest's thumb, but its body became softer and softer, until it was finally kneaded into a puddle of mud.
"Oh……"
A very slight gasp came from behind.
Ernest's body stiffened, and he finally realized how offensive he had done.
——There is no other way around this golden little man. He must be the product of Your Majesty’s spiritual power!
He turned around and knelt facing His Majesty.
Amidst the white, fluffy feathers, His Majesty's eyes were half closed, and a blush gradually appeared on his pale face.
His black curly hair was draped messily behind him, with a few strands even sticking to his face unruly.
Her lips, like petals, are slightly open, and her plump lip beads are like dew.
And in His Majesty's left hand, there are several long strings that look like golden threads.
It is those long lines that control the actions of the villains.
"You're so brave, Ernest."
Samuel sighed.
Ernest's dark face flushed red, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."
He, he actually toyed with His Majesty's spiritual power! Not only did he touch it with his hands, he also kneaded it into a puddle of mud.
"No bee tribe has ever dared to do this to me."
Samuel continued.
Ernest was dying of shame.
Mental power is the most private part of a male insect, and even teachers and partners cannot touch it at will.
However, he relied on the favor of Your Majesty and actually did such an act of usurpation.
"Your Majesty, please punish me!"
"It really needs punishment."
Samuel's voice was very cold, like an icy spring.
"come over."
Samuel raised his eyes.
Because the nest was covered with soft, clean down, Ernest did not dare to bring dirty clothes in, but in order to facilitate His Majesty's punishment, he had to go in.
So he quickly took off his armor and coat.
Ernest crawled in on his knees, his hands behind his back, his head bowed submissively towards Samuel.
He even emphasized, "Your Majesty, please do not disturb the wound."
"How does my mental power feel?"
Samuel asked.
Ernest again asked for His Majesty's forgiveness.
Then Samuel's uninjured left hand landed on Ernest's tentacles.
He rubbed it hard a few times, and the soft yet hard tentacles began to tremble.
The tentacles were very sensitive, but Ernest forced himself not to move away.
He pursed his lips tightly and swallowed all the moans.
This is how it felt when his tentacles were rubbed, not to mention His Majesty's mental strength... That is such a fragile and sensitive place, he is so bold!
"It's different." Ernest heard His Majesty say, "Don't have any fur."
Ernest's heart was filled with regret.
How can his tentacles compare with your majesty's mental power!
But what should he do if His Majesty no longer likes his fur?
Ernest hung his head. He could not imagine how he could regain His Majesty's favor if he lost the only advantage of the bumblebee.
Samuel withdrew his hand.
He felt Ernest suddenly tighten his grip on his arm.
Then he immediately let go, not daring to use even a little strength.
"Your Majesty, please don't hate me. Everything I have belongs to Your Majesty..."
Ernest choked up and said that if he was disliked by His Majesty, his existence would lose its meaning.
"Yeah?"
Samuel asked.
Then, her fingertips gently rested on Ernest's bare shoulders.
The nails lightly touched the skin, then drew a winding line.
All of Ernest's thoughts were captured by Samuel's fingertips.
If Ernest's skin were as thin as paper, you could see how slowly the finger moved.
So many pauses, like a beginner who can't write.
Enough ink to saturate the entire paper.
But Ernest's dark skin wouldn't show so much.
Ernest had never felt that time was so long.
His Majesty's raised ruler did not fall for a long time, which made his heart beat fast.
Ernest held his breath, as if he didn't want to wake a resting butterfly.
He would rather be punished.
He can withstand any kind of punishment.
——As long as Your Majesty does not abandon him.
But as time passed, His Majesty's fingertips remained gentle.
"Puppy, I'm not hungry yet."
Suddenly, Samuel whispered.
"Is this how you're going to keep me?"
He withdrew his fingertips and stared quietly at the bumblebee in front of him with his bright golden eyes.
Ernest finally came to his senses.
He noticed something was wrong with himself.
Some things were beyond his control.
They are generated very quickly.
And Ernest's body has long been familiar with His Majesty's aura...
This made Ernest feel extremely embarrassed.
Yet he couldn't suppress his delight.
——He didn't want to take credit for this, but if this was his only chance to stay by His Majesty's side, he would never give it up.
——He is such a mean-spirited female bee.
So, Ernest lowered his arms that were covering his face subconsciously.
Slowly and hesitantly, he put his hands behind his back again.
"Your Majesty, please... help me."
He said so.
Brown eyes twinkled.
Like a puppy begging for mercy, it tentatively placed its paws on its owner's trouser legs.
His owner put down the non-existent book in his hand - he kept looking at the puppy, waiting for the puppy's move.
"I really can't do anything about you."
The master sighed and said angrily as if blaming him.
"You are... arrogant because of your favor."
Hearing such reproach, Ernest's brown eyes flickered slightly, as if filled with tears of repentance.
But he never regrets doing it.
Even if it means being shameless, he will stay by His Majesty's side.
Samuel's intention had been perfectly achieved, even better than he expected.
He really wanted to put his hands under the puppy's armpits and bury his head in the puppy's arms.
However, the large dog cannot be picked up like the small dog, and his injuries do not allow it.
So Samuel had to find another way.
"So what are you going to do?"
Samuel whispered.
The puppy's eyebrows were furrowed and its eyelashes drooped slightly.
His movements were slow, but without hesitation.
The puppy slowly approached him.
At the same time he placed Samuel's hand on his chest.
"There is no fluff here, Your Majesty."
"Please... continue to punish me."
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