Chapter 14: Heart palpitations

Elvis thought silently in his heart: Does Wanwan like this cat, or does she like the cat's behavior?

If it's the latter...

Elvis' eyes lit up, and he was a little conflicted and hesitant. He rubbed his head against Tong Wanwan's fingers hanging on her waist.

"Um?"

Tong Wanwan was a little confused about what Elvis was thinking. Seeing that it kept rubbing her fingers, she thought it wanted to touch its head, so she reached out her hand.

The next second, she felt her hands warm, and the little white lion used its two white paws to hold her fingers in its arms.

However, the little white lion who made this move still maintained a calm and reserved attitude, as if he was just satisfying his owner's unreasonable request in the midst of his busy schedule.

Only those eyes, which were getting brighter and brighter than the sun, were hinting to Tong Wanwan: Who is cuter, me or this cat?

"Hahaha," Tong Wanwan couldn't help laughing, even her eyes curved into crescents, "Cancan, of course you're the cutest!"

While the little white lion had not yet retracted its claws, Tong Wanwan smiled, bent down, and gave its little head a gentle, barely noticeable kiss.

Elvis: “……?!”

This was the first time he was secretly kissed by a girl.

The soft touch of warm breath on his forehead was like a hot flame or a stone thrown into a lake, stirring up his mental strength that had been as calm as dead water.

Elvis was stunned for a moment, and rarely responded to Tong Wanwan's intimacy. He turned around and ran away, hiding back in the pet activity room.

"Huh?" Tong Wanwan touched the tip of her nose and asked doubtfully, "Cancan, are you... shy?"

The system was shocked: [Wanwan, do you even want to flirt with your pet?]

Be a human being! Isn't it enough to just tease it? Why do you have to pamper other wild lions?

Tong Wanwan grabbed a bag of potato chips from the coffee table and chuckled disapprovingly, "How can kissing and hugging small animals be considered flirting?"

"Oh right," she glanced down at the time displayed on her laptop, remembering the appointment times posted by the pet shop on its StarNet account. "It's almost afternoon now. The first group of people who made reservations should be arriving soon, right?"

[Yes, three people will bring their pets here for treatment this afternoon.]

After hearing this, Tong Wanwan nodded, went upstairs to change out of her pajamas, and prepared to welcome the client.

In theory, interstellar medical care is well developed, and if pet owners have home pet treatment devices, they don’t need to go to a pet hospital or clinic for treatment.

However, the tragedy is that they only know that therapeutic devices are needed when pets are injured. As for other physical and psychological problems that can also make pets uncomfortable, such as excessive hair loss, weight loss, irritability, listlessness, depression, etc., these are problems that cannot be solved by the devices.

After questioning and recording, it was found that the first group of pets that customers wanted to bring to see the doctor were St. Bernard dogs, capybaras and chameleons.

She had been lucky enough to see a St. Bernard in her past life, so a consultation would be much quicker. As for pet capybaras and chameleons, it would probably take a little longer.

I can only say that these interstellar people are indeed "simple-minded" and can support anything.

Probably, they dare to raise any animals except the public enemy of the Federation - the Zerg.

Tong Wanwan sighed, went to the kitchen to pour a few cold drinks, took out the baked cakes from the oven, put them on a plate, and brought them all to the living room.

All that remains is to wait for visitors to arrive.

(End of this chapter)