Chapter 68 Let’s Chat

The weather gradually becomes cooler after the turn of autumn.

Elvis, not knowing what to talk about, only sent Tong Wanwan the unwavering message of good morning and good night. Recently, he added the phrase "stay warm."

Coming out of the bathroom, Tong Wanwan took a towel and slowly wiped the ends of her hair, which were still slightly wet. Because she had just taken a shower, her exposed skin looked white, moist, and smooth like crystal jade.

After the host takes a shower, the shielding function of the 1551 system can be turned off.

[Wanwan!] Yiyi received a message reminder during the blocking period, [Avis sent you a message again.]

Tong Wanwan: "It's time so soon?"

The Marshal didn't know that after he dropped his vest, he gradually became a sleep alarm clock. After all, he always said goodnight on time, so it was hard not to be remembered.

She turned on her laptop and, sure enough, in her unread list, Mr. A, whose profile picture was the state emblem, had only sent two words. She could read the whole thing without even clicking on it. Seeing "Goodnight," Tong Wanwan couldn't help but imagine the stern Marshal Elvis, nestled in his little pet room, texting her.

Although her pet room is not small. But...

I felt a bit guilty about letting the federal marshal sleep in the same room with the other orcs. Letting the little white lion sleep alone in the guest room... would be too obvious.

She suddenly remembered something, "Yiyi, how many points do we have now?"

[I have accumulated 60,000 points now~] The system checked its and the host's small treasury and said happily.

"So many?" Tong Wanwan's eyes lit up and she had a plan in her mind.

The conversion rate between points and star coins is 1:1000, which means that if you simply use points to exchange for star coins, 60,000 points can be exchanged for 60 million star coins.

In addition to the points she earned from completing livestreaming tasks, she also saved a considerable amount of star coins from her pet shop and livestreaming. This was perfect timing, so she could find some time to expand and renovate the villa's pet room and add a few more pets.

"Beep--" Tong Wanwan was drawn back to the message sent by the Marshal by the prompt sound of the computer.

A: "Are you asleep?"

Huh? Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment. Didn't she reply?

Clicking on it, I saw that it had been over twenty minutes since Mr. A's last "Goodnight." Tong Wanwan, distracted by the renovations and forgetting to reply, quickly responded, "Just getting ready for bed, where's Mr. Marshal?"

A: "Me too."

The other party was like a child who typed and deleted, deleted and typed again. Tong Wanwan waited for a moment, and just put down the computer, she heard a "beep" and there was another unread message.

A: "What were you doing?"

The 1551 system scratched its head speechlessly: [Marshal, have you never chatted with girls? You're such a straight man, I can even recite it. Good morning, good night, what are you doing? Drink more hot water, wear more clothes...]

"Ahem," Tong Wanwan hid the smile from the corner of her mouth, "I'm fine."

She felt that it was quite... consistent with Mr. Marshal's personality.

After thinking about it, Tong Wanwan still didn't honestly say where she had been. Most people used the topic of "showering" to end a conversation rather than continue it.

"Thinking about something." Tong Wanwan was used to typing while thinking. "Mr. Marshal, can I ask you a question?" She had been chatting with Elvis for a few days, and at his request, her respectful address for him changed from "you" to a common name between friends.

A: "You ask."

Tong Wanwan pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Why does Mr. Marshal like pet live streaming? Is it because you like small animals?"

She and Elvis, one upstairs and the other downstairs, were texting each other as if they were a world apart. She couldn't help laughing when she thought about it.

But... besides finding it funny, Tong Wanwan couldn't help but feel curious.

Everyone has inherent flaws. Imagine the person who is the best, most outstanding, and yet the most distant person in your life. The person you admire, the person you gaze upon, is like the most unreachable cloud in the sky. You are just an ordinary flower, grass, or dust in the crowd, while he is, from beginning to end, like the snow on the peak of a mountain, unreachable.

However, one day, you discovered that he was very close to you, so close that you could see that even the ice and snow on the mountains would melt.

He's paying attention to you.

And the bad nature of human beings will be like a little devil with two horns on its head, whispering in your ear: "Come a little closer."

Look at this snow, does it taste sweet?

…

Tong Wanwan waited anxiously for Elvis's response. She couldn't figure out what she was trying to figure out. Perhaps she simply wanted to explore what kind of hero the First Marshal of the Federation was. And what kind of person was he in private?

Not long after, he sent a message.

"I don't like animals, but I like watching pet live broadcasts." Downstairs, Elvis stood by the windowsill and silently added two words in his heart.

Don't like animals, but love watching your pets live.

He doesn't like animals but he's her fan? Tong Wanwan poked her chin in confusion, then couldn't help but continue the conversation: "So, sir, do you have a favorite pet? It's in my shop~"

Ives: “!”

The silver-haired man paused, standing straight and serious, his expression slightly restrained, matching the seriousness of his planning the Legion's actions. After a few seconds of contemplation, Elvis still didn't want to change the subject to other "pets."

He answered without hesitation: "Cancan."

Tong Wanwan was very surprised: she didn't expect Elvis's answer would be himself.

The more this happened, the more she tried to suppress her laughter and wanted to continue teasing him: "Cancan is also my favorite! Mr. Marshal, what do you like about Cancan?"

Elvis was stunned by the question.

He frowned, once again feeling the considerable pressure from the "Little White Lion" alias.

Ask him what he likes about himself... After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with one.

The silver-haired man replied seriously on his laptop: "Eyes."

Tong Wanwan was stunned and thought, it turns out that Marshal Elvis also knows that his own golden eyes are very beautiful.

The other party was still typing, and the next second, she saw the message.

A: "Its eyes are very adorable."

...likable?

Suddenly, the girl remembered that she had praised the little white lion's beautiful eyes since they first met.

Unable to control the softening of her brows, she fell back onto the bed, burying her head in the soft, large dinosaur pillow. She felt that getting along with Federal Marshal Ives was quite relaxing.

I don’t know...if it’s the same for Yuanyuan and Mengmeng.

[Wanwan!] The 1551 system, which had been watching their back-and-forth, unable to complain, suddenly gave a start: [Don't sleep! Your hair is still wet! Go use the dryer!]

"I know, I know~"

A worrying child.

In fact, the two of them are each other's lickers

Wanwan is hidden: He is a very powerful person

Elvis was forced to hide: I was afraid of scaring her

(End of this chapter)