Chapter 231 That... This... Actually I am this kind of bug

The atmosphere in the house is very warm.

Limpley rolled around in the quilt, his hair disheveled, a corner of his pajamas showing a hint of bright yellow.

It was a drawing of Spongebob that he himself drew.

Heras, dressed in sharp military uniform, half-crouched in front of the bed.

Limp half-closed his eyes and lazily tried to touch Horus' lips.

Heras pinched the place he had just kissed, and the skin became slightly indented, leaving a white mark the size of a coin, which then began to turn red.

Limp groaned and leaned his face forward.

He rubbed it gently in the palm of Heras' hand.

Heras interrupted his enjoyment cruelly: "Your good afternoon kiss is gone."

"Why?"

Limp sat up from the bed, the satisfaction on his face still lingering, his face full of shock.

[What bad things have I done again? How come I don’t know? ]

Heras opened his laptop slowly: "My Lord and I have been in a relationship for such a long time, but you haven't added me as a friend. Do you not care anymore?"

Since I learned this set of words from Limp, I have never failed to use them.

[Tsk, that's all, what else did I think? ]

Without hesitation, Limp took out the computer and prepared to hand it to Heras.

A few seconds later.

Limp suddenly stopped in his tracks as he was about to turn on the computer.

"Heras?"

"What's the matter? It's not too late to add me as a friend now. I can forgive you."

Heras waited for Limp leisurely, with an expression of ignorance.

Limp touched the computer. He was still struggling, but he didn't expect the computer to open directly.

Heras pretended not to understand him and urged: "Don't waste time, isn't it just adding a friend? Do you have any friends who are jealous of bugs?"

This is a serious crime.

Limp had to start thinking about telling the truth.

"Horas, if I make a mistake, you will forgive me, right?"

"Of course, you will take the punishment seriously when you do something wrong, right?"

Limp's eyes were filled with tears. He carefully pulled at Heras' sleeves and said, "...Of course, you won't punish me, right?"

"Yeah, how could I bear to do that? But, since you are such a responsible person, I'm sure you will."

Now that things have come to this, it would be rude to continue to argue.

Limp turned around, took out a ruler from the drawer beside the bed, and looked at Heras with a well-behaved look: "I was wrong."

This ruler was made by him himself and is currently used at the Male Insect Morality and Ability Development Academy and...himself.

"Look, we've been friends for a long time, Heras. I didn't mean to lie to you... I saw you were having a hard time, and I didn't have the opportunity or position to comfort you..."

Heras felt like he was opening a present as he watched the male insect place the account number in front of him. He couldn't tell what it felt like.

I flipped through the previous chat records.

At the beginning, he gave more and the other party gave less.

He gave Limp all kinds of advice, such as how to survive when he had nothing, how to earn star coins, and how to spend star coins more economically...

Those were his ways.

He initially thought that this was a poor female insect, and she used almost all her experience to help him, hoping that his life would improve.

Afterwards, it was Limp who taught him little by little, taught him to fight back against unfair treatment, taught him to try to break the shackles that the insect race had once put on thousands of female insects, and told him that he should try again.

Teach him how to escape from the hell he thought it was at the time, and also teach him how to take control of the initiative into his own hands.

From the perspective of female insects, they will not resist male insects.

In Heras's view, all of Limp's ideas were dangerous. He even had the thought of reporting him, because he felt that those ideas could only be thought up by an extremely crazy pirate organization.

Limp advised him to escape, to be independent, and to ignore the things that were imposed on him by the deformed ideas.

However, Limp himself was very reluctant to leave.

"Heras?"

"Shut up." Heras lightly scrolled through the browsing records, his face a little gloomy, seeing the bits and pieces of the past,

If it was a stranger, he would be very grateful.

But the life-saving straw in the darkest moment was Limp.

Heras reached out and turned Limp over.

Let him lie on the bed.

Limp noticed the obvious change in Heras's mood, and cooperated by folding his body into the shape of a bridge, or a caterpillar, hugging the pillow and burying his face in it.

Very proactive.

As long as he covers his face, he won't be the one throwing the bug.

Heras closed his eyes and reached out to touch it, as if he could still see the red marks left there: "Does it hurt?"

"ah?"

Limp couldn't help but turn around to see what was going on.

"You're good to me, why can't you let me know?" Heras raised his hands, his movements were very gentle, and each finger was helpless. The guilt in his eyes was clearly seen by Limp.

[Of course, because I knew you would react like this! ]

Limp felt extremely helpless.

Although Heras chose to resist at that time, he still gave him a lot of room for choice.

He grew up in the Zerg tribe, and the instinct to treat male Zerg better, even at the cost of his own life, was engraved in him by the Zerg tribe.

Limp couldn't help but turn over and sit up: "Heras, if I treated you well as a male insect, you would have tried to please me like you were grabbing a life-saving straw, but that was forced by the situation."

[If that happens, I will only have a female slave who is devoted to me, not my Heras.]

"Don't be angry," Limp gritted his teeth, as if he was having a hard time chewing, "Well... well... actually I... am just this kind of bug. I like you no matter how you treat me."