Chapter 149 Don't Want to Leave
"Awoo?" The big lion tilted his head with an innocent look in his eyes.
Don't you want to hold hands?
Tong Wanwan: “!”
Her breath hitched as the two large claws gripped her heart.
Cancan was very aware of his huge body, and he didn't even dare to put his paws down. He just kept them hanging lightly, sticking to the girl's trousers.
The more cautious you are, the more you will cause people to suffer.
Tong Wanwan moved her fingers slightly, but couldn't help but reach out and touch it tentatively.
The next second, Cancan turned his paw over, revealing the pawed side.
The white lion's paws are like those of a cat, with four fingers on the front paw and one finger slightly lower. At this time, it opened its four paws, wanting her to touch the light pink pads in the palm of its hand more easily.
The one in the middle, the largest, and the cutest is an inverted heart shape.
This area is what girls like to play with the most - pinch it secretly, it is soft and elastic.
Although the paw pads of cats are considered a sensitive area, they will feel comfortable if someone close to them gently touches them.
Moreover, Elvis, who is essentially still a human, always feels a sense of...
The illusion of having your hand held, fingers and palm manipulated.
Compared to kissing the forehead or secretly kissing the tip of the nose, this action is extremely intimate and is equally difficult to get used to.
But… the longer they were together, the more he liked these little intimacy.
"Then..." Tong Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then gently placed her hand on it, "I'll just touch it for a bit."
Her hands are white, slender, and have distinct joints.
In the past, he could cover both of the little white lion's paws with one palm, but now he can only barely hold one of them.
The moment he touched the pad of his palm, it was obvious that the girl's eyes brightened up.
Autumn wind, fallen leaves, a bench, and an empty corner.
It's a perfect atmosphere for expressing your true feelings.
Tong Wanwan's eyelashes drooped slightly, falling on the crimson scarf that she and the big white lion were wearing.
Now... do I want to ask Cancan, is he an orc?
Even people who don’t go online or go out for years know that the only animals that can change their shape are orcs.
It is impossible for ordinary animals to suddenly grow up from their juvenile appearance.
There was a long silence.
She opened her lips and wanted to raise her eyes to speak clearly.
But... at some point, the big white lion standing on all fours had turned into a silver-haired man leaning forward slightly.
There is no moment quieter than this one.
The man's military uniform was straight, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows, which were neither thick nor thin, his golden eyes contained melted warm snow, sharp and gentle.
Not fierce, not cold.
But it just makes one's heart tremble inexplicably.
The scarf he had been wearing before he changed his second form was still wrapped around his neck, and the crimson color was surprisingly fitting.
And on his palm was another person's slender hand.
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a full ten seconds before she suddenly opened her eyes wide.
That hand... was hers.
Tong Wanwan realized it later and trembled her fingers in surprise, trying to retract her hand.
The next moment, a large hand that was darker than her skin color subconsciously clenched, stopping her movement.
Originally, the girl's hand was just resting lightly on his, but now that it was held by the man, their skin was actually touching, with their palms touching.
Elvis and Tong Wanwan were both stunned.
Perhaps he didn't expect that he would unconsciously hold the girl's hand. The Marshal was silent for a moment, then restrainedly and politely let go.
However, when he let go, his fingertips couldn't help but slide across the girl's delicate palm.
As if clinging to the last bit of softness.
"...Mr. Marshal." Tong Wanwan murmured softly, with a hint of disbelief still in her eyes.
After she pulled her hand back, she pretended to be normal and lowered her arm, holding it loosely.
She bent her fingers without leaving any trace and rubbed the palm of her hand that had been scratched by the man's fingertips.
I always feel... a little itchy.
The more attention you pay, the hotter it gets.
"Wanwan," Elvis said, his brows lowered, a rare display of emotion, his voice tense as he explained, "I didn't mean to get close to you."
"That day..."
Afraid that Tong Wanwan would misunderstand and get angry, Elvis told her the reason why he appeared in her backyard in the first place and his concerns about not turning back into a human and leaving after his wounds healed.
Although he didn't explain it in detail, Tong Wanwan was still shocked.
Undercover conspiracy, spaceship crash... these are things she doesn't know and has no right to know.
but……
Tong Wanwan's dark eyes darkened.
It would have been better if she could have realized Mr. Marshal's identity earlier, much earlier.
You can do your best to try to help solve the other person's problem.
After thinking about it for a while, Tong Wanwan felt that she was too Buddhist and didn't pay enough attention to details.
In fact, the little white lion has never concealed its unique characteristics, whether it is its ability to understand human language, its caring nature, its extraordinary intelligence, its willingness to eat anything, or its frequent outings. A closer look at these strange features can all be linked to the special group of people called "Orcs."
Thinking about it this way, Mr. Marshal really helped her a lot.
At the meeting, Mr. Marshal pretended to be passing by and helped her solve the problem of being surrounded. It must be because the little white lion had been waiting for her for a long time and didn't see her come back, so he ran into her when he went out to look for someone.
And also—being her personal food taster, taking care of her when she was sick, being the first to find her when she went missing, nervously applying medicine to her, helping her investigate her kidnapping, applying for school for her, accompanying her in training…
Alert, encourage, care and accompany.
All of them were taken care of by Mr. Marshal alone.
And has she... done anything for Mr. Marshal?
“…”
The more silent Tong Wanwan was, the gloomier Elvis felt.
Just now... he only explained why he stayed in the pet shop in beast form for the previous month.
He never said the reason why he had greedily stayed by her side even after the undercover incident.
Suddenly changing from "Cancan" to "Avis" was already a big shock.
"I'll leave today." The silver-haired man whispered, his voice a little hoarse.
Now that he has revealed his identity, then - as an adult man, he absolutely cannot continue to live in the home of a girl who lives alone using the excuse of pets.
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment before finally coming to her senses. When she raised her eyes, she met his.
The man lowered his eyelashes, and a faint light shone on him, but was blocked out by his slightly closed eyes.
Looking into Elvis's eyes, her brows furrowed and her heart trembled.
Mr. Marshal said "I will leave", but the suppressed look in his eyes clearly meant...'Don't leave'.
Tong Wanwan was silent for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the man's wrist under his astonished gaze.
actually.
Seeing the Marshal being secretive and uneasy, she didn't want to leave him.
She would want to hold him even more.
(End of this chapter)
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