Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Sun-Dried Like Salted Fish

He wants to speak, but doesn’t dare to. All he can do is hide his emotions in Caleb Shaw’s shadow.

"Shaw... why aren’t you saying anything?"

The two of them raise their heads in unison, their eyes glowing brightly like small lamps.

Their gaze is so pure it’s nearly transparent.

They aren’t afraid of being hit or scolded, only of being ignored, forgotten.

And at this moment, the only thing they can hold onto.

Is Caleb Shaw’s words, a nod, just one nod is enough.

Caleb Shaw feels a weight on his heart as he is stared at by those eyes.

Those eyes are too clean, too sincere, too dependent.

He feels like a person standing at the edge of a cliff.

Behind him is the abyss, in front are two children reaching out for him to pull them.

He wants to step back, but his feet seem rooted.

"You have injuries, rest well tonight."

He squats down, reaching out gently to push aside their wet hair on their faces.

But that gaze carries a never-before-seen detachment and restraint.

He doesn’t want to arrange for others’ sleeping affairs.

He used to think these children were too young to be married off.

Forced by this society, he felt sorry for them, like he would for his own younger brother.

But now it’s different.

What they want is no longer just food and comfort.

They long for her tenderness, her embrace, her everything.

And he... can no longer calmly push them towards others.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair suddenly jump up, bouncing around.

They wipe their faces, their eyes brightening again. They glance at each other and both look at Caleb Shaw, mouths already chattering: "Then come later! We can’t sleep without you!"

"She’ll only calm down when you come, you’re the most effective!"

"Shaw, really, it’s nothing!"

Ethan Sinclair forcefully pats his chest.

"Our male skin is thick! Before, she’d beat us until we were rolling on the ground, our bones nearly falling apart, and we didn’t even utter a sound! These small bruises don’t even count as injuries, they’re purely trivial!"

While speaking, he twists his waist, deliberately moves his shoulders and arms, even performing an exaggerated stretch.

But Caleb Shaw says nothing, his eyes downcast, expression indifferent, silently walking past them.

He has to leave.

If he stays any longer, he’s afraid he really won’t be able to control himself.

Afraid that the grievances, anger, and bitterness suppressed in his heart will crash down on them.

Weren’t they making a fuss about leaving?

They used to clamor to leave the base, saying they’d had enough of being restrained and wanted to pursue freedom.

But now?

Now they’ve all left, why come back?

What for?

Act obedient?

Act affectionate?

Or... act like nothing ever happened?

Selene Kane is curled up at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a soft blanket, face buried in the pillow, only showing a pair of tired eyes.

Beside her, Chloe Shaw is rolling around on the bed, humming softly.

Suddenly, a familiar scent drifts into the air.

It’s her father’s scent, stable and cold.

She abruptly opens her eyes, a flash of alertness in her eyes, her small claws gripping the sheet tightly.

"Whoosh," the fabric becomes wrinkled in a bunch.

But the S-level spiritual power is too strong and domineering.

Even the slightest touch comes rushing like a tidal wave.

As soon as it touches Selene Kane’s mental barrier, the little one lets out a "whimper," her pupils instantly losing focus, drool uncontrollably soaking the pillow, her little hands and feet sprawled out, falling asleep directly belly up.

He stands a few steps away, quietly watching her sink into dreamland.

His heart silently waiting for the Female Master’s consciousness to naturally entangle like usual.

But after waiting for a long time, the room is only filled with Chloe Shaw’s gentle breathing.

No response at all.

Selene Kane, in the depths of consciousness, turns over, her fingers sliding over the light-brain screen, finishing scrolling through the last parenting tip.

She suddenly reaches out and pinches Chloe Shaw’s soft little cheek.

"So soft~" she murmurs softly.

This place makes taking care of kids too easy.

As long as a bit of spiritual power is released, the kids instantly close their eyes and sleep, not even making a sound when crying.

Whether hungry, wanting to potty, or needing a hug.

She can guess eight or nine out of ten from the faint spiritual fluctuations.

It’s like males have a cheat code for raising kids, it’s too easy.

Isn’t Heaven too biased?

Why can’t Female Masters enjoy this kind of blessing?

"Yes, yes, Host, your insight is simply unmatched! Who wouldn’t praise your wisdom and discerning eye?"

The system timely pops out.

"See, the kids don’t even need your hands to coax them, sleeping better than anyone. In the future? Who do you want to choose as the father of the next child? This is a big affair, needs to be planned in advance!"

Selene Kane rolls her eyes, retorting irritably in her heart.

"Can you shut up? I still have one in my belly now, muttering nonstop all day, aren’t you annoying?"

The system immediately apologizes: "Yes, yes, you’re right! You’re so quick with pregnancy, the two kids won’t be far apart, in the future they can play and go to school together, how nice! But you’ve gotta decide on the person quickly, or you’ll be in a frenzy later."

Fine, she already has someone in mind.

Caleb Shaw’s cold face flashes in her mind, quickly suppressed again.

Even if got interrupted just now, not getting to speak, there’s still the next chance.

Caleb Shaw has already agreed to help arrange, just waiting for Zane to return.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously curl up again, fingertip lightly tapping on the light-brain.

Sends out the newly edited message.

Hey hey, just thinking of having a little fishy, melting her heart.

The female on the bed never once looked at him.

Caleb Shaw silently retracts his spiritual power, his fingertips tremble slightly.

He drops his hand, a trace of coolness lingering in his palm, his heart also cooling for a moment.

Could it be... he’s really old?

Even the faintest of attention once given has completely vanished?

The Female Master doesn’t even spare a glance?

"Female Master, I’m going to take a shower."

Selene Kane doesn’t raise her head, her fingers still sliding over the light-brain, gaze firmly locked on the communication interface.

"Is Zane back?"

She never asks where he goes, nor does she care about his well-being.

But she daily asks about that Sea-Kin’s movements.

He seems like a mere messenger.

Why?

He is the rightful main husband after all!

But now, he can’t even receive a gentle greeting.

"He’s back, just departed."

Selene Kane’s smile blossoms, lips curling up, eyebrows arched.

She turns over, splayed on the bed, face buried in a soft pillow, her lips still refusing to stop rising.

Caleb Shaw doesn’t want to see her like this anymore.

He turns his face away, spins around, trudging heavily into the bathroom.

Water rushes down, heat waves steaming, mist rising and spreading.

He instinctively reaches for the gun at his waist.

The Spiritual Energy Gun that has accompanied him for years, slaying many enemies, is not by his side at this moment.

He sighs, scooping a handful of water, fiercely splashing it on his face.

Everyone is a beast husband of the Female Master, sharing status.

Why is Zane the only one cherished?

A fish, sticking on land for so long, for what?

He really wants to grab some salt, directly dry him into salted fish.

Never able to swim back to the sea, nor stay on land being an eyesore.

The water stops, steam gradually disperses.