Chapter 104 Straight Ball Attack
Hearing the sound of the girl lifting the quilt, going to the bathroom to wash up in slippers, and then coming back, Elvis pretended to wake up and opened his eyes.
Tong Wanwan paused slightly.
Looking closely, "Cancan" and "Avis" are very similar, but... the same person, different appearances, have some abrupt and contradictory aspects.
When the Marshal is focused, his eyes are like two vast lakes of water, cold and unfathomable, as if no matter how many stones are thrown into them, there will be no ripples; when he looks around, his eyes are as piercing as ice, clear and severe, like the winter sun. When you look into his eyes, you will have the illusion of being pierced through.
But when he was a little white lion——
Those golden eyes often contained a soft, flowing star-like light. They were still faint, but very honest and straightforward.
It's very different from Elvis, who is low-key and only reveals his gentleness from the depths of his eyes.
It is precisely because of this strong contrast that Tong Wanwan becomes more and more curious about Elvis.
If you treat her... as a friend.
So, how does Mr. Marshal get along with people who have a better and closer relationship with him?
Tong Wanwan thought as she stretched out her hands towards the little white lion on the sleeping mat.
Cancan was as well-behaved as ever. He followed her movements, snuggled into her arms, and meowed, as if saying good morning to her.
"Good morning, Cancan." Tong Wanwan stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed its little ears several times.
For each pet, she has her own favorite place to "rua" and linger in every time -
Holding the little furry mouse Yuanyuan in her arms, Tong Wanwan likes to rub its forehead and its round little belly, which feels great to the touch.
Facing the cute little tit, she would occasionally tentatively touch its wings and tail feathers, which were as beautiful as works of art.
Holding the little British Shorthair Milk Candy who loves to act coquettishly, she would use the tips of her fingers to gently stroke its little chin, which is also the place that Milk Candy likes to be rubbed the most.
The Savannah cat is cool and has a proud and aloof personality. The most he will tolerate is a pat on the head. If it is more excessive, he will run away.
As for the little white lion Cancan...
She likes to rub its ears, pinch its paws, bury her face in its back and take a deep breath.
Before she discovered its identity, she liked to kiss its cute, wet and cool nose.
Tong Wanwan sat on the edge of the bed holding the little white lion. They looked at each other, then moved their gaze downwards, pausing on its little nose.
I somehow feel that it's a pity.
Elvis: “?”
He was very keenly aware of the girl's gaze.
Wanwan...where are you looking?
Do you want to kiss him?
The little white lion's tail was swinging unconsciously.
Elvis thought that the last time Wanwan took the initiative to kiss "Cancan" was many days ago.
Before, it was always the girls who tried to get close to him and be intimate with him, but he, wearing the skin of a white lion, seemed to have only taken the initiative to kiss the other person once.
Thinking of this, Ivis raised his eyes.
From the little white lion's perspective, you can just see the girl's slender neck.
Passing across the pointed and round chin, upwards, are lips like dewy petals.
Her lips are also peach pink.
The curved corners of the lips are like little hooks that tug at people's hearts.
If he suddenly kissed her, would she dodge? The Marshal seriously considered the possibility of this decision.
My heart seemed to be split into two, one half was righteously despising this rude behavior, while the other half was madly inciting it.
Reason is trying to stop me, but the urge to get closer is uncontrollable.
The next second, before the girl stood up, the little white lion stretched its neck and raised its head——
With a "smack", the small lips touched her...cheek.
In the end, Elvis compromised between reason and impulse and chose a kiss on the cheek that was close but not overly intimate.
“!”
Tong Wanwan's pupils shrank sharply, and after several seconds of being stunned, she finally reacted. She leaned back, avoiding the kiss that wasn't really a kiss.
“…Cancan?”
Actions that could be accepted without pressure in the past have now become a little timid because of the one-way secret.
Elvis: "...Ouch?"
Why would you refuse?
Don't you like his beast form?
It was visible to the naked eye that the little white lion's ears, which were originally erect, slowly drooped backwards. It looked a little aggrieved, and even its tail froze behind it, motionless.
The whole white ball turned from a little white lion into a little stone lion.
Tong Wanwan opened her lips, at a loss for words, to explain, but the words were swallowed back.
From Cancan's perspective, her unusual "coldness" was indeed a bit excessive. However, she had long discovered Cancan's true identity and had spent several times with Cancan's human form, Marshal Elvis.
It always felt a bit awkward to ask her to pretend that nothing was wrong, to face the little white lion calmly and kiss and hug it as usual.
Even as soon as you look into those golden eyes, the face of the Marshal will immediately appear in your mind, and it will be hard to get rid of it.
"Yiyi..." Tong Wanwan was struggling in her heart: "Should I kiss her back?"
Cancan looks like she is quite sad.
[?!] 1551 was shocked: [Absolutely not! It's no longer just a pet!]
The system's brain was working frantically, thinking about the wording.
"I think Marshal Elvis's action just now was probably a way of expressing his concern and goodwill. Aren't the people of the Federation very accustomed to the etiquette of a cheek kiss?!"
1551 tried his best to persuade him: "Everyone has their own way of expressing emotions. Just treat him the way you would treat a pet, like patting him on the head, hugging him, etc." Because of the annoying orc in front of him, he had already taken a few steps back - except for kissing him back, Wanwan could do anything he wanted.
Tong Wanwan seemed to understand: "Is that so..."
She lowered her overly long, curled and upturned eyelashes, and as the little white lion's gaze changed from silence to surprise, she gently kissed it back on the cheek.
"Just now, I was suddenly frightened," the girl explained seriously, her eyes pure and clear, without a trace of disgust or annoyance, "I don't hate you."
The little white lion trembled its paws: "Ah?" Really?
At this moment, Tong Wanwan seemed to have a sympathetic connection with it. She nodded, her lips curved into a smile, "Really."
Although everyone expresses emotions differently, after knowing the other person's second identity, she also consciously distanced herself from him.
But in fact, she still couldn't resist Cancan's closeness.
Or perhaps, subconsciously, she had wanted to restore this way of getting along for a long time, but was limited by her identity as "Elvis" and did not dare to take the first step.
Since the other party took the initiative to approach...
She won't keep retreating.
Her mind was still in turmoil, but the stone weighing on Tong Wanwan's heart slowly disappeared.
Tentatively, the little white lion moved its head closer again, and like a subtle, almost imperceptible breeze, it gently touched her other cheek, then immediately separated and stared at her.
"Pfft——" It's so cute, looking so cautious and aggrieved.
"Mua." Tong Wanwan smiled with her eyes curved, and placed a second kiss on the other side of its face, at the same place.
Elvis: “~” Relieved.
【……】
The 1551 system was completely silent.
Its persuasion unexpectedly had the opposite effect.
Sure enough, this wild man Elvis should not be underestimated.
(End of this chapter)
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