Chapter 298 [Side Story] My Thumb Boyfriend (Part 2)
Tong Wanwan had very good eyesight and saw a small bump on the boy's arm.
She frowned slightly, feeling a little guilty, and reached out to pull out another tissue and draped it over him.
After shrinking, Mr. Marshal looked so soft and dull that he couldn't even feel the cold.
"Ivis." She straightened her face.
After she finished speaking, the Marshal slightly widened his eyes, subconsciously straightened his back, pursed his lips, and waited nervously for her to speak.
Tong Wanwan said seriously, "Let me make you some suitable clothes first."
Elvis: “…”
I always feel that it has aroused some strange hobbies in my girlfriend.
He nodded slightly, and the tension in his heart slowly fell to the ground.
Tong Wanwan has raised many pets and made a lot of pet clothes. The smallest one is a small piece of clothing worn by a little tit.
These little clothes were similar, and after roughly comparing the size of the little one with her fingers, she immediately started making several sets. There was the Marshal's most common military uniform, ordinary tops and pants, a warm fluffy little coat, and a set of... little pajamas with lion ears and a tail.
Oh, right.
Tong Wanwan scratched her cheek and felt a little embarrassed.
And...some small panties.
When the clothes were presented to Elvis, the little girl was slightly startled, pursed her lips, hugged her little finger, and thanked her softly.
"Hurry up and change, Mr. Marshal. Be careful not to catch a cold." Tong Wanwan said with a smile, glancing at the pajamas suggestively. "You can try them all. The little lion pajamas should be quite successful..."
After saying that, she left the room, leaving the door a crack so that Elvis could come out when the time came.
Elvis stared at the lion ears and tail on the pajamas, was silent for several seconds, and finally reached out to choose this set.
When she took off her pajamas, the panties that were neatly folded at the bottom were exposed.
Elvis... Elvis opened his eyes slightly.
After a moment, the white roots of his ears started to burn.
When Tong Wanwan saw the little guy clattering out of the room, she was stunned.
The little marshal in his little clothes is so cute!
Tong Wanwan is very good at handicrafts, and the clothes she makes are very suitable. The little one's pajamas are hooded, and when the hood is put on, the small white semi-circular ears stand up on the head.
The pajamas are also white, perfectly recreating the fur color of Mr. Marshal's white lion form. The tail is slightly long and hangs softly on the ground, which makes this unique cuteness... so high!
When Tong Wanwan came to her senses, she found herself half-kneeling on the ground unconsciously.
In his hand was a laptop that had been used to slap the young marshal.
She looked down belatedly and realized that she had created a private photo gallery, selected all the photos she had just taken and locked them in it.
Tong Wanwan: ...Oh, I’m exposed.
Elvis: Wanwan, there's something wrong with you.
*
Although Tong Wanwan revealed her strange habit, Elvis did not feel resistant.
On the contrary, he felt...
I like it very much.
In the words of a well-known foodie named Wang - it smells so good.
After they got together, he always clung to his girlfriend shamelessly. But now he has become unable to do anything but show off his cute figure, but he is loved by his girlfriend a hundred times more.
For eating, I made him a small set of tableware; for sleeping, I also made him a small pillow and a small quilt.
Even when going out, she would carefully put him in the small plush bag in front of her, let his little head stick out and rest his chin on the edge of the bag. Every three to five minutes, Tong Wanwan would touch his hair and cheeks with her fingertips, or crawl into the bag to adjust his posture to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable.
So thoughtful.
These days, Elvis has been floating in the clouds and has never come down.
For the first time, he deeply realized how much Tong Wanwan liked cute things.
If he were not the beloved and respected federal marshal, but just a simple little doll, Tong Wanwan would definitely bring him to a friend's party, or post various doll outfits and close-up photos she carefully took on the Internet.
Although he felt a little regretful that he couldn't do something more intimate with Tong Wanwan, the feeling of being taken care of by her in meticulous manner these days made Elvis' heart hot and warm, and he was reluctant to leave her side for a moment.
*
The time of change back was unexpected——
On the night seven days after Elvis became small.
Tong Wanwan was originally tidying up the little guy's pillow and quilt. After she was done, she picked up his small, soft body that would fall down at the slightest touch and put him down.
But the next second——
A flash before my eyes.
Her knees were pushed apart as she half-knelt on the bed.
Tong Wanwan was caught off guard and supported herself on the bed with her hands, leaning against the ears of the man who suddenly stretched out his body and became tall and slender.
She blinked stiffly, and what came into view was a body that had torn through its small clothes.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with clear and flowing lines on his chest and abdominal muscles.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... a total of eight pieces.
Hormones that make it hard to look away.
Tong Wanwan quickly looked away, coughed lightly in a somewhat bewildered manner, and tried to get up from Elvis.
Although she had seen this tall and strong figure before, and more than once, she still felt a little... embarrassed when she saw it again.
She wanted to leave, but Elvis didn't want to let her go.
With a backhanded grip and a push, he held his girlfriend, whose ears were red, in his arms.
Elvis had just changed back to normal, and many of his habits were difficult to change immediately. So he hugged her with both hands, buried his face in her neck, and muffled his voice as he spoke word by word, "You only like the little marshal, not Mr. Marshal anymore?"
Tsk, differential treatment.
Tong Wanwan opened her eyes wide in surprise and amusement, tilting her neck slightly, feeling an itch where her warm breath had sprayed on her. "How could that be, Mr. Marshal? I like you no matter what you look like."
She repeated this sentence again.
But Ives wasn't convinced.
He frowned, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice: "You are lying, you are hiding from me."
Tong Wanwan: "...It was so itchy. I just reacted subconsciously."
Elvis drooped his eyelids gloomily.
He knew in his heart that his girlfriend just had a preference for his previous doll-like body shape.
The feeling of being jealous of myself...
“Uncomfortable.”
He said bluntly, his voice low and hoarse.
Tong Wanwan…Tong Wanwan sighed helplessly: "Alright, Mr. Marshal. Come on, give me a kiss?"
Elvis's eyes sank slightly, and he hummed softly. He placed his big hand on her slender hand, clasping his fingers tightly, and then he leaned down, looking for that touch of warmth in the dim light.
The night is slightly cool.
But the room was scorching warm.
The pair of white hands that were held tightly, slowly and helplessly clenched.
Bitter, sweet, and begging for mercy.
Even the fingertips are tinged with an ambiguous and charming pink.
Finally... sinking.
(End of this chapter)
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