Qianyuan hadn't quite adjusted to her grown-up identity yet, and subconsciously acted coquettishly:
"Uncle, why don't you come in and see me? I've been asleep for days."
Muld said:
Two days.
The main system immediately gave another answer:
"You slept for ten days; he's lying."
Qianyuan sensed something was wrong: "Why did you lie?"
The main system was silent for a while before honestly saying, "Because you have become fragile again and have not woken up for a long time, Mephisto was frightened by you and hid you away, not allowing anyone to see you except the doctor."
After listening, Qianyuan didn't get angry or hysterically demand to leave; instead, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"So that means Dad and Uncle are alright, right?"
Upon hearing Qian Yuan's words, the main system knew that Qian Yuan must think that confining him was a minor issue. This doting father allowed Mephis to develop a controlling nature, which ultimately led him down an extreme path.
However, for Qianyuan, Mephisto's reaction was just a minor outburst of temper.
After all, the fathers he had faced before were all nuclear bombs.
Moreover, in Qianyuan's understanding, her father acted this way because he loved her, cared about her, and was afraid of losing her.
Actions that are not intended to cause harm can be calmly discussed and gradually changed.
Qianyuan stood at the door for a while, getting a little tired. He looked at his bare feet and, for some reason, his senses became more acute.
The feeling of soft animal fur brushing against the soles of her feet as she stepped on the carpet, and the cool touch of her feet on the ground now, were much more pronounced than before. Even the slightly raised knots in the fabric of her clothes made Qianyuan's skin feel rough and uncomfortable.
That's strange.
Does becoming more delicate skin affect one's sense of touch?
He didn't want to be so sensitive.
The little guy didn't like this feeling. He felt more relaxed being a dull person than a highly sensitive one, so he simply took off his clothes, lay back on the bed, and rolled around in a daze.
But after playing for a while, he got bored again.
He had been lying in bed for too long; apart from sleeping, Qianyuan didn't like lying in bed.
So the little guy had to get up and look through the bedtime stories his dad usually read to him.
The little guy knelt on the bed, propped his hands on the desk in a difficult position, stretching his body out like a cat stretching, and reached out to get a book to read.
Just then, Mephius opened the door and came back.
"dad!"
Qianyuan called out to Mephisto happily, but the next second, before he could even see Mephisto clearly, he was already in Mephisto's arms.
"Are you feeling unwell? Are you in pain? Why are you doing something to hurt yourself? Are you sad? What did Dad do wrong? I'll change it right away."
Mephisto cared for Qianyuan as if she were still a baby, nipping any danger or threat in the bud.
He held Qianyuan in his arms as if he were coaxing a child, his tone full of the gentleness Qianyuan had taught him:
"Baby, don't hurt yourself."
Qianyuan felt a little pain from the medals on his father's military uniform, and he secretly pressed his fingers against his father's chest, but was immediately noticed.
Mephisto carelessly ripped off all his medals and continued to hug him. Qianyuan could even feel his father's mechanical arm creaking as he hugged him so tightly.
Qianyuan could only temporarily ignore her own feelings and obediently answer:
"I'm not upset, and I haven't hurt myself. I'm just a little bored and want to read some books. But they're all fairy tales. Dad, I want to play games."
Mephisto took off his communicator and showed it to the cub, letting him click into the shopping page and choose: "Take whatever you like to play and place your order."
Qianyuan sat in Mephisto's lap, his legs swinging happily. As he made his selections, he remembered to complain to Mephisto, pointing to the red spot on his back and saying that the clothes were too rough.
Mephis listened quietly as Chiyuki chirped and complained like a little bird, her vivid expressions changing every now and then, and she would occasionally rub against his neck.
That's great...
This dream was so beautiful.
Mephisto's mental strength, which had been tormented to the point of collapse by nightmares, was finally satisfied.
He involuntarily lowered his head, and the bite stopper pressed against the back of Qianyuan's neck.
"dad?"
Qianyuan stiffened for a moment, then looked up and carefully observed Mephisto's expression.
It was only then that he noticed the alarmingly large red veins in Mephisto's eyes, his unwavering gaze fixed on him, and the bloody smell emanating from him.
Qianyuan tilted her head and reached out to remove Mephisto's bite stopper.
Sure enough, there were obvious marks between Mephisto's lips and teeth where he had bitten himself and scabbed over.
"Dad, how long has it been since you slept?"
Mephius said, "I'm fine. I take care of my prosthetic leg regularly and I'm on stimulants. I don't need any rest."
Qian Yuan immediately frowned, and he reached out to lift Mephisto's face:
"dad!"
The little guy's serious expression was like that of a puppy with its fur standing on end.
"You should go to sleep now! You can't stay by my side day and night. I'm all better now, and you should get some rest too. What will I do if Dad gets sick?"
The little guy's eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up quickly; he was about to cry.
Mephisto looked at Chiyuki like this, his hand already touching the back of Chiyuki's head, preparing to calm the little guy down.
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