But as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." When Canaan took the cub to play at the military headquarters, they happened to encounter a swarm of insects. In his haste, Canaan could only use his own belongings and documents to make a circle around the cub.
"I'm going to kill the insectoids. You just stay here quietly and wait for me to come back so I can bring you some beautiful crystal cores from the insects."
Canaan reached out and tapped the cub's head, then pushed the soft little bundle over before satisfying his mischievous nature and leaving contentedly.
The cub, listening to the constant warning broadcast above its head and watching its uncle's figure disappear from its sight, couldn't help but anxiously peek out.
Moreover, he heard people coming and going hurriedly outside the door; some were being sent out, and some wounded were being brought back.
A strong smell of blood and spiritual energy lingered outside.
The cub looked worried, but finally couldn't resist and crawled out of the circle set up by its uncle. It trekked across the table, from the middle to the edge.
Then, with the help of the system, the cub was able to land safely from the high table.
He slipped out through the crack in the door Canaan had left open. People were coming and going outside, and the cub had to stay close to the corner of the wall to avoid being stepped on.
Fortunately, everyone was busy, and the baby was too small, so no one noticed the little guy in the corner for a while, and the baby slowly moved step by step to the treatment room.
There weren't enough beds in the treatment room, and some soldiers were lying haphazardly on the floor. The cub's heart jumped when it saw this.
He was worried that he would see his uncle, who was always being nagged by the housekeeper, inside.
The anxious little cub couldn't help but go over and check on them one by one.
As a tiny little guy, he had to inspect every single soldier, so he could only treat each soldier as a small black hill and try his best to climb up and down them.
However, the mental energy of any soldier he touched immediately calmed down.
Soon, people noticed this little nose.
Her clothes were simple and cute, like a toy doll that someone had accidentally dropped.
The soldier watched as the cub sat motionless on his lap, resting. It looked so tender and small, with soft, white flesh on its hands and feet that were reddened from being pressed. Even though its face could be covered by two fingers, its features were still exquisite, especially its large, misty blue eyes, which sent a shiver down one's spine at first glance.
Suddenly, everyone in the room almost stopped breathing, holding their breath and falling silent, their eyes fixed intently on the tiny cub.
Is it fake?
Everyone couldn't help but think that way.
Until the cub exhaled a breath, seemingly having rested, it crawled up on its hands and feet.
Sometimes, some "mountains" are too high or too hard, and the cubs can't climb them no matter how hard they try. But the little ones can cleverly find a foothold and keep climbing by wading around with their feet.
He didn't look back; in fact, it was the soldier he had climbed over who reached out and gently supported the cub's tiny feet.
"Ah...so soft and sweet..."
Someone exclaimed in a breathy voice, while the other young men who saw that the cub hadn't crawled over yet were so anxious, as if they were seeing an omega for the first time, that they practically stared at the cub.
But from beginning to end, they dared not make a sound, much less frighten Qianyuan. They simply stood obediently as obstacles under the cub's feet, willingly letting their faces and chests be stepped on.
After the cub finished its walk and didn't see its uncle, it huddled in a corner, panting and resting.
The little guy was a bit hungry, but his dear uncle had forgotten to leave some food for him. The cub, who had overused his pheromones, soon began to feel the taste of hunger.
The little boy rubbed his belly for a while, but no matter how much he tried to soothe his tummy by mimicking his father's tone, his tummy still kept rumbling.
He looked around blankly, but the absence of familiar presences made him feel even more helpless.
The cub gradually felt aggrieved, and soon its eyes filled with tears. It started to cry because it was hungry.
The soldiers in the room panicked, frantically searching their backpacks and pockets. More than a dozen of them couldn't even scrape together half a bottle of nutrient solution.
Finally, after piecing things together, they managed to put together two packs of compressed biscuits and a nearly expired energy supplement.
The cub was starving and didn't care about anything else. He grabbed the supplement and tried to drink it, but the cub's little hands were not strong enough. It was difficult for him to lift a bottle that was almost as tall as him. A soldier gently helped him lift it and then used the supplement to wash the cub's face.
The soldier was pushed back into the crowd by his colleagues, who may have even trampled on him a few times.
The boy wiped his face with his drool bib and then set his sights on the compressed biscuits. However, with his mouthful of baby teeth, he couldn't even peel off a layer of the biscuit crust after biting for a long time.
In the end, one of the more attentive ones crushed the compressed biscuits into powder and let the cub suck on them little by little while holding his fingertips.
Just a small piece was enough to fill the cub halfway up its stomach. The cub, which had become picky about food thanks to the butler, refused to eat any more.
Although the little one had a particularly difficult time eating this meal, with tears in his eyes, he also felt that these older brothers and uncles were all good people, so the little one decisively climbed into the palm of the person feeding him and curled up to sleep.
"Oh ho..."
The soldiers murmured softly, watching the cub with its bottom sticking up, occasionally turning over to hug its own feet, smelling the scent of its pheromones, and trying to lull itself to sleep.
Is he an omega?
"Who are the parents? They must be very worried about losing their child."
"Who cares? It doesn't look too hard to raise. We can raise it."
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