Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH115

Chapter 115

In some ways, Tang Rong was a rather slow-to-catch-on person.

For example, back at the Yun family’s place, when Yun Qi had tried to use words to attack and mock him, Tang Rong had been too slow on the uptake to really grasp what he meant. As a result, he had not felt wronged at all.

And when it came to Shen Muhan, his closest and most intimate good friend, Tang Rong was even more oblivious.

He was already used to the little snow leopard being clingy and coquettish. He was used to its possessiveness toward him. He never thought too deeply about it.

He simply assumed that, because he had recently been inspired by taking care of the baby, Shen Muhan wanted to play this kind of game with him.

Come to think of it, it had indeed been a long time since he and the little snow leopard had played house like this. Ever since they entered upper primary school and grew more mature, many of the “childish” games from their toddler years had naturally come to an end.

But now, seeing this scene, Tang Rong suddenly felt an itch in his heart again.

Before his brain could even react, his body had already moved. He stepped forward, picked up the baby bottle, wrapped the little snow leopard in the small blanket, and bundled it up.

Just like wrapping a swaddled baby, he tucked in the tail and little paws too, leaving only the fluffy snow leopard head exposed.

Then Tang Rong cradled the bundled little snow leopard in his arms just like a baby and started feeding it with the bottle.

Although inside, Shen Muhan already had the soul of a twelve-year-old boy, his snow leopard form had not changed at all from when he was four or five. He was still tiny and soft, like a pet that would never grow up.

No matter how old a person was, they could never resist something this cute and fluffy.

The little snow leopard lay obediently in his arms and drank from the bottle, both little ears tensing up along with the effort of sucking.

If the baby sister got this treatment, then it wanted it too.

From that day on, Tang Rong began a daily routine of feeding milk to two little babies.

One was a sweet and soft human baby who would call him brother in the future.

The other was a soft, clingy snow leopard baby who was very good at acting spoiled.

…

Perhaps it was because he had drunk an extra bottle of milk from Tang Rong since childhood, but Shen Muhan shot up in height very quickly every year.

Tang Rong simply could not keep up with him.

On the giraffe height chart, the green marks were always lagging behind the blue ones.

…

During the summer vacation of their first year of middle school, Shen Yanmiao, who was nearly one year old by then, finally learned how to talk.

The first time Tang Rong heard her call him brother, he was so happy that he bit the tail of the little snow leopard beside him.

At that time, Shen Yanmiao still could not walk very well and mostly crawled around on soft mats. Every time Tang Rong came over, she would hurry-crawl right to his side.

“Brother, brother.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, melting Tang Rong’s heart completely.

Every time, Tang Rong would scoop her into his arms and rub cheeks with her. Shen Yanmiao had already learned how to hug and kiss, and would always smack a kiss onto Tang Rong’s face.

Only then did Shen Muhan finally realize something belatedly—

Tang Rong really liked the feeling of being a brother.

Since Shen Muhan himself had grown up with Tang Rong calling him brother, he had never been particularly enthusiastic about being called that.

Although he had been excited the first time his little sister learned to call him brother, that excitement only lasted at the beginning. After that, he did not feel much about it anymore.

Especially since, at that age, his little sister was curious about everything around her and often caused a bit of “destruction.” She had tugged on his tail several times while he was in snow leopard form and had even tied it into a knot once.

Shen Muhan, who had never been good with little children, felt even more helpless because of it.

But he could more or less understand Tang Rong’s attachment to being a brother, and he could also understand the joy of being called brother—

Because he had experienced it himself when he was little.

That night, after they had finished playing with Shen Yanmiao and gotten her to sleep, Tang Rong stayed the night there.

That night, Shen Muhan did not turn back into his snow leopard form. After taking a bath, he simply got into bed in his pajamas and squeezed under the same blanket as Tang Rong.

It was somewhat unusual.

Over the years, almost every time they slept together, Shen Muhan would turn directly into his little snow leopard form, because that way he could curl entirely into Tang Rong’s arms and be fully wrapped in Tang Rong’s healing power. It felt wonderful.

So why was he suddenly not turning into the snow leopard tonight?

Just as Tang Rong was feeling puzzled, the person beside him suddenly leaned close, pressed against him, and abruptly said, “Brother.”

Tang Rong: “?”

…Had he taken the wrong medicine?

“Brother Rong,” Shen Muhan pressed on.

Tang Rong immediately broke out in goosebumps. He assumed Shen Muhan was deliberately messing with him and pushed at him at once. “Don’t do that.”

They were already thirteen years old now. In another year or so, they would be starting high school. Tang Rong had already outgrown his babyish habit of calling him “Brother Han” with the childish doubling tone. Now, like Bai Tu, he called him “Brother Han.”

But after being rejected, Shen Muhan’s rebellious streak kicked in. He wrapped himself around Tang Rong like an octopus, clinging tightly to him.

“How come when Yanmiao calls you brother, you’re so happy, but when I call you brother, you hate it this much?”

“You’re older than me,” Tang Rong said.

“Only by a few months,” Shen Muhan retorted.

Tang Rong fell silent, unable to understand what exactly he was being stubborn about, or why he had suddenly become obsessed with calling him brother.

Shen Muhan’s voice had broken early. By now, it had completely lost the childish softness of youth and was already close to a steady young man’s voice.

Hearing him call him brother in that voice was just way too strange.

Linking it with Shen Muhan’s string of off behavior ever since Shen Yanmiao was born, a certain word suddenly flashed through Tang Rong’s mind.

Could Shen Muhan be… suffering from postpartum depression?

He had heard of postpartum depression. It did not only happen to mothers after giving birth. It could also happen to other close family members around the baby—such as the father, older brother, older sister, maternal grandparents, or paternal grandparents. It was a kind of psychological problem triggered by various factors after the child’s birth.

Half a year ago, Shen Yanmiao had really liked the soft feel of the little snow leopard. But because she was still too young and could not control her strength well, she would often yank out little tufts of fur from the little snow leopard.

Only when she grew a bit older did that improve.

Four months ago, Shen Yanmiao had secretly crawled into the yard and torn up lots of flowers and plants, including the catnip Shen Muhan had grown there. When Shen Muhan came home from school and saw it, he had been so mad that he turned into his little snow leopard form on the spot and scratched up every single pet bed in the house to vent.

Luckily, Tang Rong’s yard still had plenty of catnip, so some could be transplanted over.

After that incident, Shen Muhan had fenced off the area where the catnip was planted with a small little barrier.

A month ago, when Shen Yanmiao was playing with Shen Muhan’s tail in snow leopard form, she had suddenly tied it into a dead knot. The little snow leopard had yowled in pain for ages, giving Tang Rong such a fright that he had hurried over to carefully untie it.

That night, the tail had hurt so much it could not even curl around Tang Rong’s wrist.

…

Children really were hard to take care of. If Shen Muhan had developed a bit of a mental issue from being “tormented” like this, it would not be surprising.

Psychological issues absolutely could not be ignored lightly.

Listening to the repeated “brother,” “Brother Rong,” and “Xiao Brother Rong” in his ear, the look in Tang Rong’s eyes gradually turned into deep concern. He stopped objecting and just let Shen Muhan keep calling him that.

The next morning, a psychologist rang the doorbell and came to provide psychological counseling for His Highness the Crown Prince.

Shen Muhan, who had spent the whole night calling Tang Rong brother and had been in a fantastic mood the entire time: “?”

Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally