His Highness is Both Delicate and Sweet (Translated)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After completing his physical training for the day, Andrew came to receive his punishment, only to find that someone was already in the punishment room.

He carefully backed out of the room and decided to sneak into the garden to drink some water before his punishment, which would help him endure the hunger from fasting.

Passing by the treatment room, he noticed the treatment pod was active, likely housing the fragile little male prince.

Curiosity got the better of him, and seeing that no one was around, Andrew summoned the courage to sneak a peek at his sleeping brother—just one glance.

Terrified of being discovered by those in the punishment room, the young female crept inside, careful not to make a sound as he climbed the steps and leaned against the cold treatment pod.

A glowing sphere above his head made a strange noise, causing him to shrink back for a moment. After waiting to ensure there was no further movement, he lowered his head to look inside.

Sure enough, the sleeping young male was quiet and beautiful.

His naturally smooth black hair floated in the treatment fluid, his slender fingers crossed over his chest, and his face looked incredibly peaceful.

He seemed to be dreaming something pleasant, as his rosy lips gently curled up, making it hard not to imagine how captivating those deep black eyes would be when opened.

It was the first time Andrew had observed his little male brother up close, and although he had to address him as "Your Highness," in his heart, he was joyfully calling him "Brother."

He had heard many people praise how much he resembled their father, but that wasn't true.

His brother's looks, his brother's demeanor, were what truly resembled their father. Both were born to be the brightest stars, who enjoyed gazing down at the insects below their thrones with arrogance and amusement.

Hmm, his brother also liked to use the cane to discipline him.

Although it didn't hurt at all, that day's mishap had affected his running a little.

But, honestly, he wouldn't have been able to run the whole distance anyway.

Andrew thought cheerfully, touching the barely visible small scar under his right eye, feeling a slight connection with his little male brother.

His father said his initial genetic level was S, and once he reached the second-stage gene evolution, he could break through to 3S, making him the strongest military female.

But why did he feel so stupid, so weak, and not at all like the powerful S-level female he was supposed to be?

General Phil was so impressive! A powerful father and an impressive general gave birth to an impressive brother! Everyone was so impressive!

Andrew's eyes sparkled as he contemplated, thinking that his brother was definitely not like what those outsiders said. Those deep black eyes, far more beautiful than his own, clearly held things he couldn't understand—things profound and wise.

He wanted to respect his brother, protect his brother, and strive to earn his brother's approval, just as the general had said!

Andrew clenched his small claws in determination but was startled when he suddenly met his brother's black eyes, making him want to jump up in fright.

No, he couldn't offend his brother. He struggled to control his body, releasing his claws and carefully stepping down the stairs, watching dumbly as his little male brother lifted the cover himself.