Chapter 297 [Side Story] My Thumb Boyfriend (Part 1)

This incident happened somewhat suddenly.

After Tong Wanwan finished lunch and called out to the closed study, "Mr. Marshal," no one came out. Feeling a little strange, she opened the door and took a look, but the study was empty.

“…Huh?”

Isn’t Mr. Marshal working in his study?

Tong Wanwan closed the door, feeling somewhat puzzled. After leaving the study, she went to the bedroom and took a look; it was also empty.

...something's wrong.

If Mr. Marshal goes out, he will "report" to her in advance.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly made a call to the computer and waited for about half a minute before the computer finally answered.

"Mr. Marshal, where have you been?" Tong Wanwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound coming from the other side is very small, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear it.

The strange thing was - what she heard was a soft and milky voice, like that of a little cub.

The voice was trying hard to control itself and lower its voice, but unfortunately, the baby's baby voice was still very obvious.

Tong Wanwan heard the little cub call her name softly.

Whose child is this?

Tong Wanwan was stunned.

It's unbelievable that Mr. Marshal would allow others to use his computer...

But this little baby voice was so adorable that her heart softened for some reason, and she said softly, "Hello, little boy. Is there a tall, handsome, silver-haired older brother around you? Can you let him listen?"

There was a strange silence on the other side for a moment.

After a long while, he continued softly, "Wanwan, I am Elvis."

Tong Wanwan: “…”

Ah, what?

Her first reaction was mischief.

But soon, she began to have wild thoughts - could it be that some magical mental power had made Mr. Marshal smaller, or was it the work of some dark underground research institute...

Tong Wanwan shook her head, quite anxiously: "Is it really Mr. Marshal? Where are you now? I can't find you at home..."

The little cub said gloomily, "I'm in the study. I called you just now, but you didn't hear me."

Tong Wanwan paused, without time to reflect on herself, and immediately hurried back to the study and opened the door.

She opened her eyes wide and searched every corner of the room carefully. Soon, she found Elvis's scattered clothes on the chair behind the desk and on the floor, and the laptop lying on the clothes.

The first time she opened the door, Tong Wanwan just took a quick glance and didn't look closely.

The second time, she came in to look for someone and saw this strange "missing scene".

Those clothes...are indeed what Mr. Marshal wore this morning.

Tong Wanwan moved closer, and the next second, her pupils narrowed in disbelief.

She saw a tiny figure the size of a thumb.

Tong Wanwan was dumbfounded.

That was a smaller version of Mr. Marshal.

And, the poor little guy still has no clothes to wear.

She squatted down and stared at the thumb-sized Ivis. No one spoke for a while.

Mr. Marshal's originally tall, handsome and perfectly proportioned body had shrunk countless times. He was now buried in the pile of clothes. He reached out and grabbed the corner of the clothes, barely covering... the little marshal's body.

Tong Wanwan had a complicated expression.

She was silent for a moment, then stood up, took a tissue from the tissue box on the desk, and handed it to the little marshal.

The tissue paper was only a thin layer, but for Mr. Marshal, who was only the size of a thumb at this time, it was as long as a bed sheet or curtain.

Maybe being smaller affects the mind?

Tong Wanwan saw that the little guy seemed a little shy and pulled the tissue over, covering himself with the whole piece, then stood up from the pile of clothes with a grunt, wrapped the tissue around his waist to cover the little marshal, and then laboriously tore off the part of the tissue that was in the way when mopping the floor.

After doing all this, the little guy held onto Tong Wanwan's fingertips and stood on the girl's palm with some shakiness.

Tong Wanwan should be worried and nervous after such a strange thing happened.

But inexplicably...

Her little heart softened into candy.

The reason is simple: the thumb-sized Marshal is just too cute!

Elvis's hair in his adult form was already soft, and after he turned into "Mr. Thumb", it became even softer, so much so that Tong Wanwan's fingers trembled, and she almost couldn't help but rub it.

The little guy's skin was very white, like the clean snow in winter. His limbs, face, and whole body were soft and round like glutinous rice balls. His iconic narrow golden eyes also became round, with some pink at the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose. When he met her gaze, he seemed to be unable to control his emotions, and pursed his little lips in a somewhat aggrieved manner.

Tong Wanwan's heart was moved.

It was the first time she saw Elvis looking so young and weak.

As if she was afraid of scaring him, Tong Wanwan blurted out softly, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Marshal, I'm here."

Mr. Marshal... Mr. Marshal lowered his eyelids and looked even more unhappy.

It was rare for him to be so emotional, with the corners of his lips turned down, making him look very much like the "Grumpy Cat" that Tong Wanwan had seen online.

However, no matter how unhappy he was, Elvis still habitually moved closer to Tong Wanwan. Carefully, as if afraid of hurting her, he moved from his palm to the position of her little finger, and then stretched out his little hand.

Tong Wanwan: ...awsl!

She immediately gave a thumbs up to hold the little guy firmly.

Mr. Marshal probably wants a hug.

He buried his face in Tong Wanwan's little finger, with the back of his little head facing her. His very subtle, moist breath lightly touched the skin of her fingers, causing a slight itch.

Because of this pitiful itch, Tong Wanwan's heart seemed to be filled with warm bubbles.

Elvis didn't say anything, but he looked really aggrieved.

And more clingy than ever.

Tong Wanwan's heart really melted, and a sigh rolled out of her throat.

The little guy is so small that every move he makes seems like he is acting like a spoiled child...

She couldn't help but stretch out her other hand and gently touched the top of his soft, fluffy hair with the tip of her index finger, controlling the strength very gently. "What's wrong, Mr. Marshal? What happened?"

The little marshal in his hand raised his head slowly, his eyelashes fluttering, and his round and transparent eyes were covered with a layer of crystal mist under the light, as if golden beads would fall out in the next second.

He opened his lips, pursed them, opened them again, and finally spoke in a weak voice.

"I don't know...why it suddenly became smaller."

I haven't felt any abnormalities in my mental strength, and I've been staying at home recently...

Elvis felt a complicated feeling.

After becoming smaller, all my abilities disappeared, and even turning on the optical computer to connect to the communication required a lot of effort.

It was the first time he felt such a strange sense of powerlessness.

Hearing the soft baby voice again, Tong Wanwan was slightly stunned and rubbed the baby's fingers unconsciously a few more times.

Elvis: “…”

Why does it feel like Wanwan’s eyes are lighting up?

The little marshal spoke in a baby voice and tilted his head in confusion: "Wanwan... don't you dislike me?"

He was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to look in the mirror.

"How could I dislike Mr. Marshal?" Tong Wanwan was itching to make a move, but after trying to hold it back, she couldn't help herself. She moved her lips closer, gently rubbing the little guy's soft hair, and then kissed him again, comforting him, "Elvis, I like you no matter what you look like."

Whether it is a little white lion, a big white lion, an adult form, or its delicate and cute appearance like a little doll, she likes it very much.

and……

Smells so good.

If you smell it closely, in addition to the refreshing white sandalwood scent that comes with Mr. Marshal, there is also a faint milky scent.

Tong Wanwan's eyes moved slightly, and she touched the little guy's fair and tender face.

His face, like his hands, was soft and felt great to the touch.

Press it gently and then release it, the part of your face that is pressed will bounce back with a click, and it will be as chewy and smooth as a little pudding.

So cute that you want to eat it in one bite.

Tong Wanwan took a light breath and exhaled slowly.

This is too awesome.

Could it be...is this the joy of sucking a little doll?

rua艾小番外_(:з」∠)_

Goose goose goose The next part has a little bit of car exhaust

(End of this chapter)