Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH67

Chapter 67

In the end, the little snow leopard still cleaned its little bell all by itself, because it simply didn’t know how to bring it up. Just the thought of asking little Rong for help on its own made its little ears fold back shyly.

Maybe next time, if there was a chance…

At the side, Tang Zheng’en watched the scene with great satisfaction. His own little cub had a strong sense of privacy, which was very good, and the little crown prince was also very self-aware.

After the bath, the butler took down the hair dryer hanging on the bathroom wall and held it for Tang Rong, worried that the little cub’s arms would get sore if he had to hold it up himself.

Tang Rong only had to keep brushing the little snow leopard’s fur with the little comb.

As he felt the fur under his hands gradually change from wet and limp to soft and fluffy, Tang Rong felt an enormous sense of fulfillment in his heart.

At last, all the fur had been dried. Tang Rong immediately scooped the little snow leopard into his arms and started rubbing him all over.

That dense, soft touch, along with the faint sweet scent of body wash still lingering on him, made him feel exactly like a little ball of cotton candy!

Tang Rong was so blissful he was practically about to faint.

That night, Tang Rong slept with the little snow leopard in his arms and had a sweet dream.

In the dream, he got to eat soft, fragrant cotton candy.

Outside the dream, the little snow leopard suddenly woke up and could only stare helplessly as the little cub sucked on the tip of its little tail for quite a while.

…

The next day, when Tang Rong woke up, the little snow leopard had its eyes wide round and held up its little tail in front of him as if accusing him—it had been sucked on all night long.

Only then did Tang Rong realize that the cotton candy he had eaten in the dream had actually been the little snow leopard’s tail.

Somewhat embarrassed, Tang Rong climbed out of bed with it in his arms and went to the bathroom, where he washed the little tail all over again and used the hair dryer to fluff it back up until it was soft and fluffy once more.

Back on the garbage planet, Grandma had told him that when he had been a tiny baby, because there had been no milk for him to drink, he had liked sucking on his own hand. She had said that constantly sucking his hand was a bad habit and had corrected him every day.

He hadn’t sucked on his hand in a very long time. He had never expected that after so long, he would end up sucking on the little snow leopard’s tail instead.

Luckily, he hadn’t actually bitten it.

Today’s breakfast was still one little pumpkin bun per person, each only about the size of a baby’s fist, paired with other hearty and nutritious dishes carefully arranged by the nutritionist. The two little cubs both ate until their tummies were nice and full.

Once they got into the hovercar, they leaned their heads together and had a short video call with Bai Tu.

Starting from last night, Bai Tu had already sent them many messages, clearly afraid they might suddenly run away at the last minute.

Only after seeing that they had truly gotten into the hovercar heading toward his house did the stone hanging in his heart finally fall all the way down.

After the short video call ended, Bai Tu hurriedly hung up, as if he were rushing off to prepare some sort of surprise.

Seeing that, Tang Rong opened a cartoon on his optical brain and watched it together with Shen Muhan to pass the travel time.

Bai Tu’s house was rather far away. After two cartoon episodes finished, Tang Rong suddenly felt a little tired of it. His gaze fell on the optical brain ring hanging around Shen Muhan’s neck, and inspiration struck.

“Little Han-brother, can you let me look at your photo album?”

In Tang Rong’s mind, the photos and videos in someone’s album were records of their daily life, which definitely had to be especially, especially interesting.

He himself had only gotten his optical brain ring and learned how to take pictures not that long ago, and yet his album was already full of photos and videos. Little Han-brother had gotten used to the optical brain even earlier than he had, so his album surely had lots and lots of interesting things inside.

At this, Shen Muhan froze for a moment and carefully tried recalling what exactly he had inside his optical brain photo album.

But those were the kinds of things that accumulated gradually over everyday life, without any deliberate record-keeping. For the moment, he really couldn’t remember clearly. The only things he could think of were more recent ones—some things he had taken at kindergarten, especially that “no more being mad” card.

He still didn’t know whether that no-more-being-mad card had counted as being used once… Little Rong had still “punished” him and hadn’t directly forgiven him. Did that mean the card could still be used again in the future?

He wouldn’t deliberately do something that made little Rong angry again, but he was worried that unconsciously, without meaning to, he might still do something wrong and make little Rong mad.

Even so, Shen Muhan didn’t dare ask. Those matters had only just finally been moved past. Bringing them up again would be no good.

Being looked at with such eager eyes by Tang Rong, Shen Muhan didn’t think further and obediently opened his optical brain album, displaying it in front of him and letting him control it.

The very first thing that came into view was that pinned “no more being mad” card.

Shen Muhan felt vaguely uneasy. Fortunately, Tang Rong’s attention didn’t linger on it, nor did it bring back any particularly unpleasant memories. Shen Muhan quietly let out a breath of relief.

Tang Rong’s little hand kept scrolling downward until the photo dates became earlier than kindergarten’s opening day, and the proportion of little snow leopard content in the album sharply increased.

After all, before that, Shen Muhan had mostly only been able to maintain the little snow leopard form.

In the photos, the little snow leopard mostly appeared as only one-quarter of a face. The selfies were taken with absolutely no skill whatsoever, and there were even many terrible angles.

So ugly…

Shen Muhan unconsciously bit his lip lightly, mortified beyond words.

The moment he got back, he was definitely going to secretly delete every single ugly picture.

Tang Rong suddenly let out a little sound of surprise and tapped open a few of them.

In one picture, the little snow leopard was all tangled up in yarn and staring at the camera in helpless confusion.

Tang Rong couldn’t help laughing softly at the picture. He found it incredibly amusing.

Hearing that laugh, a faint flush of embarrassment climbed up Shen Muhan’s ears.

He still remembered how, at that time, he had accidentally unwound a ball of yarn. At first it had felt very fun, and the more he played, the more enthusiastic he became—until he had ended up tangling himself in it. He cherished that ball of yarn too much to bite it apart, yet felt too embarrassed to tell the bodyguards, so he had only taken a photo and asked his parents for help.

In another picture, half the little snow leopard’s face was swollen, and one front paw was swollen too.

Tang Rong asked in confusion, “What happened here? Were you sick?”

Shen Muhan: “……”

Reluctantly, Shen Muhan replied in a small voice, “I got stung by a bee.”

Eden Garden had an especially good ecosystem. Once, he had discovered a beehive on a tree not too far away. Remembering the honey from hives he had read about in books, he had gotten greedy and wanted some. The hive housed harmless honeybees, so the bodyguards, wearing protective gear, had gotten some honey for him. But it was too sweet, and after tasting a little, he didn’t eat more.

Who would have thought that the next day, a bee would fly in through the window and sting the little snow leopard while it was napping. After that, half its face and one paw had swollen up. It only went back down after two days.

At the time, his father and mother had gone to another planet, and the little snow leopard had felt especially aggrieved. So every day, he had taken pictures of his condition and sent them to them, asking to be coaxed. That photo had been left over from then.

…So embarrassing.

Another picture was an ID-style composite photo with a little snow leopard head attached to a human business suit, and it was absolutely hilarious. Shen Muhan had taken it with the effects camera on his optical brain.

As expected, when Tang Rong looked at that photo, both his eyes curved into little crescents.

Shen Muhan felt that this absolutely could not continue. If it went on like this, he would lose all image in little Rong’s mind. So he quickly exited the album, opened the effects camera app he had downloaded on his optical brain, and changed the topic.

“Let’s take some photos together. This camera has lots of fun filters.”

Tang Rong’s attention was smoothly diverted.

He had only ever used the most basic optical brain camera and had never tried an effects camera before, so of course he was curious.

There were many different effects inside the camera: some added cat whiskers to a person’s face, some added fluffy ears on top of the head, and others gave a person a little animal hood…

The two of them tried many different filters and took many different photos, passing away the rest of the trip like that.

Among all of them, Tang Rong liked the fluffy animal ear filter the most and tried many versions of it together with Shen Muhan.

In real life, he was allergic to ordinary animals and didn’t have a spirit form himself, so he treasured anything in the virtual world that let him feel closer to fluffy little animals even more.

If only adorable little ears like these could exist for real.

As soon as this thought flashed through his head, Tang Rong’s eyes lit up. He turned to Shen Muhan and asked, “Little Han-brother, can you make ears appear?”

For a moment, Shen Muhan didn’t understand what he meant.

Tang Rong explained further, “I mean… still in human form, but with little snow leopard ears and a tail.”

At last Shen Muhan understood.

Actually, it was possible. A teacher had told him about it before. But it required much more skilled control over the spiritual power inside his body. He had always been lazy about training, so he still couldn’t do it.

Just then, the butler sitting across from them suddenly spoke up. “Like this?”

The two little cubs looked up at the sound of his voice and saw that a pair of adorable chinchilla ears had suddenly appeared on top of butler Uncle’s head out of nowhere.

Tang Rong’s eyes instantly lit up. He got up and touched butler Uncle’s ears for quite a while, then turned back to Shen Muhan and asked expectantly, “Can Little Han-brother do it too?”

Shen Muhan pressed his lips together, regretting for the first time that he had been too lazy to study harder and now couldn’t meet little Rong’s expectations.

“I… I’ll learn as soon as I get back.”

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