The next second, the gentle water flow was moved away, and a pleasant sound was heard -
"How are you feeling, are you feeling better?"
The completely unfamiliar but harmless inquiry did not belong to any Zerg in his memory. The situation before him also confused him, but he felt safe and comfortable for the first time in a long time.
Caesar's memory was a mess, but the scene before his eyes was enough to guess——
He was picked up from the road by the Zerg in front of him and taken home.
Who is he? Who asked him to do this? What is his purpose? What does he want from him? ... Countless questions piled up in his mind, tangled into a confusing and chaotic mess.
Caesar had a splitting headache and he shook his head slowly.
He raised his head slightly, his vision was hazy and dim, he could not see any specific image, he could only judge by the sound that the insect in front of him was approaching, and then the zerg squatted down.
"The doctor said you have an eye infection. Can you still see?"
A finger touched the end of the eye and rubbed it lightly, as if stroking some precious porcelain.
Caesar shrank back subconsciously, moving his extremely fragile eyeballs away from the unknown blade.
The zerg in front of him didn't pay attention to his actions, and whispered to himself, "Are you blind in both eyes? Then I'll have to ask Hughes what to do..."
Caesar gritted his teeth and endured the pain that felt like it was tearing out his bones, but he heard a question, "What's your name?"
An extremely strong sense of familiarity suddenly came over him, as if on an extremely cold and painful snowy night, when his entire body had already been frozen and was starting to lose feeling , when suddenly a voice suddenly sounded.
It had also asked a question, but it hadn't expected an answer. The owner of the voice was calm and tolerant, and with vigorous and powerful life force, it pulled him out of that deadly place.
——"Do you still want to live?"
…
Yael sighed silently.
The female insect in front of him remained silent throughout the entire process. He no longer lost control like before, but was also full of vigilance and resistance, as if hiding in a thick shell, passively and numbly resisting any possible harm.
In his previous life, Yael participated in volunteer activities for an animal protection association, and this was exactly what the stray animals that were rescued looked like.
They either struggled desperately and bit every hand that reached out to them, or hid in a corner and cowered in fear, or suffered severe psychological trauma and gradually died of starvation. In the end, only a few animals can be completely cured.
It requires basic satiety, careful and appropriate care, a lot of patience, respect, love, and time.
Yael gently placed the shower head in the female insect's palm. "Although it's inconvenient for you to bathe while unable to see, you may still want to wash yourself. ...Be careful. Call me if anything happens."
The shower head fell to the ground with a bang, causing waves of water to splash.
The hand covered with calluses and scars tightly grasped the thin wrist in front of him.
Like a tentacle extending from a snail shell, desperately clinging to its last grain of rice—
The female insect had a hoarse voice.
"Caesar... My name is Caesar."
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Yael was sitting on the sofa in a daze. When he heard the sound, he called out to 015 who was cleaning diligently, "Bring him out."
Having both legs broken is a terrible thing. Without the help of 015, the female insect has no way to wash and go to the toilet by himself, and may be trapped on the sofa for a long time in the future.
He frowned subconsciously, lost in thought. Oh well, he also understood that after being frozen in the snow for so long, it was already good enough that the limbs had not become necrotic and did not need amputation. There was no better way than to slowly receive treatment.
"Click."
The sound of the bathroom door opening.
A small robot butler, only half a meter tall, carried out a female insect that was several times larger than it. Its two long mechanical arms wrapped around his shoulders, back and thighs, creating a very standard princess carry.
The female insect was obviously not used to being held like this, and his body was stiff, looking very helpless.
Like a dwarf hugging Snow White.
Yael chuckled, then noticed the female insect's increasingly obvious embarrassment, and coughed to hide his smile.
"Just put him here." He patted the newly spread quilt on the floor and stood up to make enough space.
The female insect lay flat on the clean quilt, no longer bleeding or injured, and seemed to be in much better condition.
He closed his eyes, as if waiting for something, no longer struggling or resisting violently, as if he had decided to lie flat and ignore the worldly matters.(translator: it originally said decided to become weathered bluestone, so just lie flat and accept whatever is coming probably)
But he clearly wasn't.
The female insect's breathing was a little too rapid, his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked a little uneasy.
The soft and fluffy lines of his muscles looked like marshmallows, undulating slightly, and the light coated the light honey colored skin with a smooth film, like the sugar coating on candied haws, but definitely more chewy and resistant.
Yael felt an itch at the roots of his teeth and could not help grinding his teeth. After he had done so, he suddenly realized what he had been thinking about.
He glanced at the time and, sure enough, it was already past eight thirty in the evening.
He considered himself not a hooligan, but just now he had a strange fantasy about the body of a female insect for the first time. Considering that he had craved two foods related to the female in a row, he concluded that he must be starving.
The female insect seemed to refuse to communicate, and he didn't want to make small talk. As long as he made sure the female insect was settled, he would have achieved his goal for the night.
The new clothes were bought in the afternoon and would not arrive until tomorrow.
Yael shook open the quilt he had dug out from the bottom of the closet and covered the female insect tightly from neck to toe. "Have a good rest. More sleep will help the wound heal."
A large zerg-shaped bulge under the quilt moved, and then the quilt was suddenly lifted up. Caesar half-propped his body up, his jaw tense, his expression alert and confused.
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Yael. His deep eyes were already covered with a layer of shadow, but at this moment they still looked stern and sharp, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and deception.
"what do you want?"
He spoke slowly, the injury in his throat making it difficult to speak.
Yael, who had been immersed in his imagination of dinner since a while ago, and blurted out, "I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes."