Chapter 65 Sleepless Night
The room was very quiet.
Tong Wanwan was so stunned by the accidental discovery of the little white lion's secret that her body froze.
However, Elvis was still immersed in his own world and did not notice her abnormality.
He thought a lot.
From the beginning when he was picked up by the girl and taken home for treatment, to getting used to the life in the pet shop, to gradually developing a possessiveness towards the girl that even he couldn't stand, and... the desire to be close to her all the time.
The Marshal, always known for his decisive actions and unwillingness to procrastinate, couldn't help but feel a little timid when he saw Tong Wanwan sleeping soundly in front of him. He didn't fear war, nor did he fear any degree of injury, suspicion, or separation. He was only afraid of a pair of dark eyes that might reveal sadness and alienation.
After being rescued, it took only one day to recover physically and three days to recover mentally, but Elvis stayed in the pet shop for a full two months.
During this period, he had countless opportunities and coincidences to confess to Tong Wanwan, but he didn't. Instead, he kept using the "anti-federal organization" as an excuse to try to convince himself - the danger was still there, and in order to be foolproof, he had no choice but to conceal the truth.
Or perhaps, what he really worried about was that after revealing his identity, the girl would stay away from him, like everyone else, viewing him as an unattainable god in the sky, and using this as an excuse to withdraw from his originally cold and boring world.
Elvis stood by the bed, thinking for a long time.
Finally, the silver-haired man sighed softly and uttered her name very softly.
"Wanwan."
Tong Wanwan was startled, thinking Elvis had discovered she was pretending to be asleep. However, like mumbling in a dream, the Marshal called her and then fell silent again.
Cancan, no...what does Marshal Elvis want to do?
Have you been watching her sleep?
Tong Wanwan was extremely confused at this moment. She thought of the cute and clingy appearance of the little white lion, and then she thought of Mr. Marshal's meticulous demeanor that seemed indifferent to everyone. She fell into deep entanglement.
Perhaps because of the unusual fatigue that made it difficult to sleep, her head was swollen and painful, filled with countless unsolvable doubts: Since Cancan had been an orc from the beginning, and was Marshal Ives, then... why was he willing to stay in her pet shop all this time?
Was it some secret? Perhaps some covert operation? Thinking about it, she suddenly remembered that the little white lion had loved going out and playing for a while.
Now it seems that a lot of things make sense.
Tong Wanwan thought more: the little white lion's many behaviors would be very abnormal in ordinary animals, and they were extremely human-like. It never tried to hide its true nature. Like Cancan, Yuanyuan and Mengmeng were also incredibly smart and well-behaved.
So, in her pet shop, it’s very likely that... the only real pets are two cats?
Tong Wanwan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. For a moment, she didn't know what mood she should express.
At this time, Elvis didn't realize that the vest he had covered tightly, along with the vests of other people, had all fallen off - Tong Wanwan had already learned about his identity as an orc and that he was the marshal himself.
Every night, Elvis saw the girl's face, eyes closed, sleeping soundly. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Tong Wanwan's slightly stiff, unnatural expression.
Elvis remained silent.
He moved his fingers slightly, and slowly raised his palm, wanting to place it on the girl's forehead hair.
But in the end, the man stopped and retracted his arm, fearing that too much movement would wake her up.
"Wanwan..." Another sigh came out from the throat, almost inaudible.
It's even lighter than before.
Because the voice was so low, it sounded particularly gentle, like a bucket of warm water after three feet of ice was melted by hot iron, which was heart-pounding.
The man murmured, "Whatever you tame, you are responsible for it."
…
Tong Wanwan was stunned when she heard it clearly.
The system in my head was about to explode: [This, this, this! What does this guy mean! Is he going to blame my Wanwan?! ]
1551 It originally admired Elvis very much, but when it heard him say this sentence that could easily be misinterpreted by girls, its invisible hair stood on end, and even the respectful title it originally gave him, "Marshal Elvis", became "this guy".
Tong Wanwan: “…”
Her little brain completely froze, and she subconsciously made an evasive, self-deceiving move—
Pretending that he was dreaming, he wrapped himself in the quilt, turned over, turned his back to Elvis, and stopped moving.
Elvis paused, thinking he had spoken too loudly and disturbed Tong Wanwan. He quickly transformed back into his second form, quietly jumped up, and lay back on his left side.
With her back to the little white lion, Tong Wanwan silently opened her eyes.
There was a blank look in his eyes.
And the mixed emotions kept tormenting her.
The little white lion is Marshal Elvis, so... from now on, what attitude should she adopt to get along with Cancan?
Will Mr. Marshal continue to keep it secret?
When Tong Wanwan thought about the little lion lying next to her, who was actually a big shot whom she would hardly get in touch with on a normal day, she felt... mixed emotions.
Moreover, what concerned her most was the last sentence that Elvis said.
"Tamed", "responsible" and so on.
Inexplicably, Tong Wanwan's eyes wandered. She didn't know how to correctly interpret this sentence. However... judging from Mr. Marshal's attitude, he didn't treat her as an insignificant person.
She was a little confused and thought: Maybe, after spending two whole months together in the pet shop, Mr. Marshal had already regarded her as a friend?
[How could they be just friends?!] The system that overheard her inner thoughts screamed in Tong Wanwan's mind, [He, he, he, he clearly has bad intentions, thinking... thinking...]
The system used a cute little voice to worry about the old father's work: [Anyway, Wanwan, you can't let him sleep in from now on! ]
I haven't even caught up with the person yet, but you're sleeping in the same bed with her every day. What kind of bad idea is this?
Even if you keep using the little white lion form, you are still a hooligan!
Tong Wanwan stared at the dark sky outside the window in a daze. After a long time, she lowered her eyes, thinking that the small system was too nervous.
He is the patron saint of the Federation, the Marshal who is respected by thousands.
But... she really couldn't let the little white lion in again. If she still wanted to have a peaceful sleep.
Tong Wanwan and Elvis didn't sleep the whole night.
Two people in the same room, very close to each other.
Each of their troubled thoughts... were like growing vines, silently entangled with each other.
(End of this chapter)
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