Chapter 129 Is there someone you like?
Inside the aircraft, it was so quiet that the only sounds could be heard: the shaking of milk tea and the swaying of ice cubes.
"Mr. Marshal?"
Tong Wanwan inexplicably felt a bit timid and curious about the deep meaning hidden in his eyes, but she did not look away.
Elvis's eyes became increasingly gloomy.
After a moment of silence, the taciturn Marshal finally spoke: "Wanwan, do you have someone you like?"
Tong Wanwan: “?”
The person I like...
Marshal, why do you ask her this question?
Is it because you have someone you like and want to ask her advice?
"Not yet." She shook her head and took another sip of her drink.
After hearing this, Elvis's hand hanging by his side tightened in vain, then slowly loosened.
"The boys who came out of the hovercraft with you," Elvis said, his jaw tightening imperceptibly, his eyes becoming stern, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness, "Do you like them?"
Do you like Baishen and Huo Han?
Tong Wanwan was stunned.
Noticing that Mr. Marshal was waiting for an answer very seriously, Tong Wanwan lowered her eyelashes and carefully recalled the feeling of being with these two boys in the same class.
Bai Mi is my deskmate who I have met before and have a slightly familiar relationship with.
Helped her a lot on her first day of school.
Huo Han is a classmate I met in the practical course.
She was taught many "little tricks" in the simulated battle.
She admired both boys' temperaments and abilities, but when it came to liking them...
It's so far away that I can't even touch the edge.
"They're just classmates."
Tong Wanwan explained, "We just took the bus together because we were going the same way."
Although, it feels a bit strange to explain this to Mr. Marshal.
But...it was obvious that after she finished speaking, the solemnity in Elvis's eyes dissipated a lot.
Even the corners of her tightly pursed lips were slightly raised before being pressed down again.
Obviously his mood has improved.
Tong Wanwan blinked, confused.
Although she didn't know why Mr. Marshal suddenly asked these questions, but... it didn't stop her from trying to test him back.
"What about you, Mr. Marshal?"
Her eyebrows curved, her eyes sparkling, "Do you have someone you like?"
In such a huge Federation planet, as long as Marshal Elvis curls his lips, which lady would have the heart to refuse the touching sight of ice and snow melting and high mountains bowing their heads?
I'm afraid that I would want to kiss the stars in his eyes, wipe away the coldness between his brows, and like a moth to a flame, present all the beautiful and precious things in front of me.
"have."
This time, Elvis answered without hesitation.
And from beginning to end, wherever he looked was the black-haired girl beside him.
There is no room for anyone except her.
"She must be really good then."
"Um."
"I suppose she's pretty?"
"very beautiful."
Finally, Wanwan asked cautiously, "Does the person Mr. Marshal likes...like you too?"
For a moment, even the air you breathe is still.
"No."
Ives was silent for a while, "So, I'm trying to make her see me."
A man's eyes are often pure and penetrating.
The golden pupils were almost transparent under the light, and the eyelashes were slightly closed, blocking out most of the scorching light, leaving only a faint warmth without any extra color.
It's like, I just simply think like this.
This time, it was Tong Wanwan's turn to be quiet.
Just "let her see me".
Instead of, “make her like me”…?
Tong Wanwan suddenly felt heartbroken.
I couldn't understand why a hint of bitterness and sourness arose in my heart.
The 1551 system, which usually comes out to complain about this time, is unusually quiet.
…
When I got home, as expected, the "left-behind cat" jumped into my arms.
The little British Shorthair was very clingy and rubbed against her arms.
The Savannah cat plopped down on the floor with its paws tucked into its arms, looking at her and the other cat getting close with its head held high, like an old man.
"Miss me?" Tong Wanwan put down her backpack, held a cat in one hand, bent down to pick up the one on the ground, and carried the two older cats to the sofa.
The little British Shorthair meowed and yawned, obviously feeling sleepy after waiting for her.
When a cat yawns, it looks like a little monster opening its mouth to eat people.
Tong Wanwan suddenly felt playful.
She did something that thousands of cat lovers would do.
While the cat was yawning, he put his finger into the cat's mouth.
Daya: “!!”
When the cat was about to close its mouth, it slowed down its movements in time and only lightly tapped Tong Wanwan's fingertips.
Then, it stiffened its little head, kept its mouth open, retracted its neck, and carefully spit out her finger.
After realizing what was happening, he pricked up his ears a little aggrievedly and licked her fingertips.
It seems like he is complaining: How can you do this to a little cutie, a little lady?
"Pfft——" Tong Wanwan laughed happily.
Having pets is truly the most healing thing in the world.
"Where's Mengmeng?" She suddenly discovered that the little titmouse that usually flew to her shoulder was not in the pet shop.
"Meow."
The Savannah cat seemed to understand. It tugged at the corner of her sleeve with its paw, then raised its head and called out the window.
What this means is: the long-tailed tit has gone out and has not yet flown back.
Tong Wanwan laughed again, pretending to understand: "I know."
The 1551 system, which had been silent for a long time, finally appeared and made its presence felt in her mind.
[Wanwan, I seriously doubt these two cats are just kittens!]
This time, its host didn't protest or show any surprise.
He was even very calm and rubbed the cat in his arms again from beginning to end.
"Actually, I think so too." She agreed in her heart.
Tong Wanwan thought with a smile——
Perhaps, having an affinity for pets is one thing, but having a good relationship with pets is another.
It's like "a previous life".
She worked part-time at a pet store for a few months and at a veterinary hospital for a few more years. She loved being around her pets, and when they gathered together they could fill up the space where she worked.
But she was truly destined to adopt no one.
Maybe... this wonderful physique also came into this world with her.
After spending a long time with them, she felt that these "orcs" she raised were more obedient and sensible than ordinary pets.
And because they are essentially human, they often take care of her in return.
If you think about it this way, she has a lot of friends.
The door of the pet room was pushed open by the little white lion from the inside. It looked as natural as a child who had just woken up, and jumped onto the sofa in three or two steps.
Daya was very sensible. When she saw the White Lion boss coming, she immediately moved her butt and let Tong Wanwan's arms out.
While she was lost in thought, Tong Wanwan also changed the pet object she was rubbing in her hands.
The feeling under the palm of your hand...
It becomes softer and smoother, like caressing the finest cotton.
Tong Wanwan looked down and suddenly met a pair of beautiful golden eyes.
It’s Mr. Marshal.
“…”
Well, still cute.
(End of this chapter)
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