Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH116

Chapter 116

The moment he found out that the patient the psychologist had come for was him, Shen Muhan’s mood darkened on the spot.

Xiao Rong actually thought there was something wrong with him and had even brought in a psychologist for him.

Shen Muhan was so annoyed he laughed.

He immediately shifted back into his little snow leopard form, climbed all the way to the highest perch on the cat tree, and sulked there by himself.

Tang Rong spent the whole day coaxing him before finally getting him back down.

The instant he came down along the climbing frame, the little snow leopard punished him with a light bite to the hand, leaving behind a faint row of teeth marks.

At thirteen, he had already long passed the age of losing baby teeth, yet no one knew when exactly this oral fixation of his would finally end.

…

Because Shen Muhan refused to see the psychologist, and no one could force him, everyone could only keep a careful eye on his condition for a while.

But since Shen Muhan genuinely had no psychological problems at all—much less the so-called “postpartum depression” Tang Rong had suspected—no one managed to observe anything unusual in the end.

As his little sister Shen Yanmiao grew up day by day and was no longer a baby who barely understood human speech, she stopped causing Shen Muhan any trouble. Gradually, the whole matter was forgotten.

One night in the year they graduated from junior high, two-year-old Shen Yanmiao put on a pitiful expression and said she wanted to sleep while hugging her big brother in his little snow leopard form. Shen Muhan had no way to refuse, so he could only indulge her.

It just so happened that Tang Rong had gone over to visit his older brother and sister-in-law, so he was not here tonight.

Even though Shen Muhan always acted as if he had already had enough of being the “big brother” over at Tang Rong’s place and had no particular interest in playing that role for Shen Yanmiao as well, deep down he still doted on this little sister of his very much.

Otherwise, he would not have let her pull at his tail fur when she was younger, or even tie knots in his tail.

As Shen Yanmiao grew older, she got to try many delicious foods besides milk, though the family strictly controlled how much she could eat and never let her have too much, afraid her body would not be able to handle it.

That night, after falling asleep hugging the little snow leopard, Shen Yanmiao had a dream. In the dream, there were all kinds of delicious snacks, and she ate until her little tummy was full.

Outside the dream, one of the little snow leopard’s ears was suddenly bitten hard by a baby tooth. His icy-blue eyes flew open at once, and he let out a miserable, sharp cry of pain.

A day later, when Tang Rong returned from his brother and sister-in-law’s house, what he saw was Shen Muhan with his left ear wrapped in bandages.

“Little Brother Han, what happened to your ear? Did you get hurt?” Tang Rong asked with concern.

Shen Muhan’s expression was indescribable. “Shen Yanmiao bit it.”

Back when Tang Rong was younger and sometimes slept hugging him in snow leopard form, he would occasionally unconsciously suck on the little snow leopard’s ears in his sleep too—but he had never once used his teeth, nor had he ever hurt him.

His little sister was simply a tiny demon!!!

Fortunately, the bite was not serious. In about a week the ear had fully scabbed over and healed, without leaving even the slightest scar.

Yet Tang Rong kept staring thoughtfully at his ear.

After being stared at too many times, Shen Muhan finally could not bear it anymore. He raised a hand and touched his ear, then asked, “Why do you keep looking at my ear? Didn’t I say there isn’t even a scar?”

Tang Rong shook his head and explained, “I was just thinking… if Little Brother Han had a pierced ear, I could make you an earring.”

When they were younger, Shen Muhan had always worn that tag. Later, as they got older, Tang Rong gradually realized that tag was no longer very suitable for Shen Muhan to keep wearing, so he started giving him other ornaments he had carved himself and inscribed with healing runes, replacing the old tag.

But as they grew older, Shen Muhan was often going to training grounds and sometimes even joining the troops on surrounding patrols for exercise. A lot of decorative items were not convenient to wear for long periods and could even interfere with his performance.

Tang Rong had been wondering all this time what kind of thing he could make for Shen Muhan that would be easiest for him to carry around at all times.

On the capital planet, there was no custom of piercing ears at a young age. Most people with ear piercings were adults. So Tang Rong had always overlooked earrings as an accessory.

Only recently, because of Shen Muhan’s injured ear, did he suddenly get the idea.

The very same afternoon, Shen Muhan went and got one ear pierced.

Since one of his ears had just been bitten by Shen Yanmiao, he only pierced the other, perfectly unharmed one.

He moved so fast that Tang Rong did not even have time to react.

Shen Muhan said, “Now I’ve got an ear piercing. I’ll wait for your earring.”

Tang Rong: “…All right.”

Tang Rong worked in a rush and finally finished making the earring before the end of the summer vacation after their junior-high graduation year.

It was a pure black stud earring, engraved all over with dark silver rune patterns.

Shen Muhan liked it very much.

So much so that even the way he looked at his little sister became gentle as spring water.

His little sister was not some little demon at all. She was a little angel.

The earring was especially practical too. Whether in human form or snow leopard form, it could stay secured on his ear all the time.

Shen Muhan wore that earring constantly, until many years later, when it turned into a tiny little ring.

…

After summer vacation ended, Tang Rong and Shen Muhan officially entered their first year of high school and were admitted to the best military academy-affiliated high school on the capital planet.

There, they met more than one familiar face.

The very first one they ran into was Bai Tu. He had already come over a few days early and moved into the dormitory.

For a very long time, he had been looking forward to independent dorm life, so he had refused his family’s offer to accompany him. He was no longer that timid little crybaby rabbit from childhood—he had grown up.

Besides, Xiao Rong and Little Brother Han lived nearby, and he could always go over to their place to visit or even stay the night.

The dorm room was a double room. His roommate was called Ling Chuan. The two of them were in the same class. Ling Chuan was somewhat taciturn, but his hands were very capable. In just a few moves, he had already tidied his side of the room neatly and efficiently. When he saw that Bai Tu could not manage to fit the quilt cover on properly no matter what he did, he silently stepped over and helped him.

Bai Tu softly said thank you to him.

The other boy only gave a quiet “mm,” then turned back to his own spot, leaving behind nothing more than the back of his head.

Bai Tu took out his carrot-shaped pillow from the suitcase and set it beside his pillow, patting it twice until it became nice and fluffy.

Not long after, Tang Rong and Shen Muhan came over to the dorm area to find him.

At fifteen, both boys’ features had already opened up. Under their still-youthful faces was the bright, vigorous air unique to growing boys.

Tang Rong still looked much the same as before. His hair was still a bit long, but because late summer was too hot, he had tied it into a little sprout-like tail at the back of his head with a small elastic. He looked pretty and delicate, and because he had grown up surrounded by his family’s love, he had been pampered into excellent shape.

Shen Muhan had shot up in height and was already half a head taller than Tang Rong. His hair had been cut a bit shorter too, fully exposing the black stud earring on his ear. When he pressed his lips together and did not speak, he gave off an aloof, hard-to-approach feeling. But when he smiled, his tiger teeth showed, and paired with those icy-blue eyes, there was a wild, beast-like edge to him.

“Xiao Rong, Little Brother Han.” When he opened the door and saw the two of them, Bai Tu’s face lit up with delight.

Since graduating from kindergarten, they had hardly met in person. Although they had always kept in touch through their communicators, the places they lived were too far apart for them to see each other often.

But from today onward, things would be different. Starting today, they were classmates again, in the same class. They would be seeing each other almost every day.

Bai Tu had lost the babyish look he used to have as a child. Beneath his clothes, one could vaguely make out the muscles he had trained quite well.

“Are you all settled in?” Tang Rong asked with a smile.

Bai Tu nodded. “Pretty much. Want to come in and take a look?”

At the end, he added in a small voice, “My roommate is here too.”

The two went in and looked around for a while. Throughout the whole time, the roommate Ling Chuan did not say a single word to them, simply minding his own business. The three of them did not disturb him either.

Shen Muhan glanced at the bed Bai Tu had already made and commented, “This dorm bed is way too small.”

Tang Rong followed his gaze and looked too. “It seems okay to me.”

Of course it could not compare to the big beds at home, but it was not especially tiny either.

Shen Muhan said, “If the two of us lay on it together, it’d be hard even to turn over.”

Tang Rong thought about it and felt that made sense.

Unless Shen Muhan shifted into little snow leopard form and slept with him that way, two fifteen-year-old boys in the middle of growth spurts really would not be able to turn over comfortably on such a bed—especially since Shen Muhan, in human form, slept very restlessly and liked to cling to people like an octopus.

“It’s fine, anyway we’re not staying in the dorms,” Tang Rong said.

“Tonight I’m sleeping over at your place. Let’s finish that game—we probably won’t have time to play once school starts,” Shen Muhan said.

Once school began, military training would start too. They would be sent to a primitive planet for a full month of training, and all communicator signals would be blocked there.

“Okay,” Tang Rong agreed.

Bai Tu had always known Shen Muhan and Tang Rong were close, and after all these years he was long used to it and did not think anything of it. He simply listened happily as they talked.

But Ling Chuan, who sat at his desk with his back to them, suddenly frowned.

Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally