Allergic To Furry Things But Can Pet Them Mentally – CH77

Chapter 77

Because the bracelet had broken, Shen Muhan’s spiritual power fluctuated, and quite a few people at the banquet noticed it.

Seeing this, the royal family stopped trying to conceal the little crown prince’s talent and took the opportunity to release the test report confirming his SSS-level spiritual power onto StarNet.

The popularity of all those recent topics about Yun Yuan was instantly crushed. The entire internet was flooded with discussions about Crown Prince Shen Muhan, and StarWeibo was even overloaded to the point of crashing for more than ten minutes.

Some people doubted it, some were worried, and some were ecstatic.

Humans were not the only intelligent beings living among the star systems. There were many non-human species as well. Some revered peace; others cared only for conquest. The birth of an SSS-rank meant that humanity’s position among the stars could be held more securely.

Of course, some people were also worried that SSS-level spiritual power was simply too strong, too easy to spiral out of control, and so on.

Those were matters the royal family would handle. They were not things a four-year-old little prince needed to worry about.

After the banquet ended, Shen Muhan had already been coaxed through a video call and had smoothly returned to human form. Once properly dressed again, he hurried over to his father and mother with the broken bracelet in hand, asking them to find someone to repair it.

Taking the bracelet—made of cheap, fragile material—into his hand, Shen Chuanqiong smiled and promised that he would definitely find someone to fix it as soon as possible.

Han Zhi, meanwhile, handed him a small bag and told him to take it back for little Rong. Inside was the scarf she had finally finished knitting.

The scarf was light green, matching Shen Muhan’s light blue one, and at the end was embroidered a big adorable flower.

Snow had been falling recently. Wearing it outside while playing in the snow would keep him nice and warm and stop the wind from sneaking down his neck.

Shen Muhan happily carried the scarf back home, already planning to wear their scarves together with little Rong tonight and go build little snowmen in the yard.

When he got home, Tang Rong still had not returned. Shen Muhan waited for him while reading. The bareness at his wrist felt oddly unfamiliar, and in the end he simply changed back into his little snow leopard form, resting his head on his tail while continuing to read.

Unexpectedly, he kept waiting all the way until night had fallen.

During that time, he had sent Tang Rong messages. The reply he got was that Tang Rong was still healing spirit forms and would return later. Afraid that sending too many follow-up messages would make him seem annoying, he forcibly held himself back from asking again.

…

Tang Rong, meanwhile, was being blissfully surrounded by a whole group of adorable spirit forms in their juvenile states.

Because the room was heated, he had tied his slightly long hair into a little topknot with a hair tie, otherwise he would have been too warm.

After Tang Rong put down the white curly-haired little dog, it guiltily curled up beside him, using its fluffy fur to cover the dog tag around its neck.

That dog tag had been made for it by its partner, and it always wore it. Its partner was a healer too, and the two of them had a very good relationship. Their kinks were also perfectly compatible.

Its partner did not work in Eden Garden, though, but at the municipal hospital in the city where they lived. There was no helping it—Eden Garden had too high a threshold. It was not easy to get in.

Besides it, there really were other spirit forms with healing-rune tags hanging around their necks as well. For most of them, it was simply because wearing it around the neck made it more convenient to receive healing and soothing effects.

But that was not the only reason for this one. There were some rather unspeakable motives mixed in too… which was why it felt weirdly guilty.

Still, one couldn’t view a little cub’s pure world through an adult’s “dirty” mindset.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Rong pet the spirit forms while listening to them tell him stories through their optical brains.

Since nearly all their human counterparts were soldiers, most of the stories were about General Tang Yao.

Tang Rong listened very seriously.

By the time he finished listening, Eldest Brother’s “straight-man image” had become even more deeply rooted in his heart.

Unable to hold back, Tang Rong directly opened his optical brain and sent Tang Yao a voice message: “Big Brother, don’t bully Sister-in-law. Be good to Sister-in-law.”

Tang Yao, who was currently being groped by Lin Fei and having his chest muscles fondled: “…?”

What happened?

Lin Fei had just left a neat little tooth mark on his beautiful chest, and hearing that, she was also completely baffled.

But very quickly, she began secretly enjoying herself.

Who wouldn’t want a little cub who defended them everywhere?

When she and Tang Yao got married in the future, she was definitely going to make little Rong the most center-stage flower child and prepare the most delicious cake just for him.

…

By the time Tang Rong finally left the convalescent facility and came back with butler Uncle in the hovering car, the little snow leopard had already fallen asleep while reading. Its little head rested on its tail, curled into a fluffy little leopard ball.

But its hearing was exceptionally sharp. The moment the door was opened, it instantly opened its eyes and glanced toward the entryway.

It did not get up at once to greet them, though. Instead, it closed its eyes again, pretending to still be asleep, secretly pricking up its little ears and waiting for the little cub to pet it awake.

It had waited so long for him, and now it was already this late. Their snowman-building plan could only be pushed back to tomorrow. It absolutely had to be properly compensated.

The living room lights were on. Tang Rong, wearing his fluffy little tiger slippers, walked over. When he saw the little snow leopard asleep, he unconsciously softened his footsteps, slowly came to its side, and reached out a small hand to gently rub its fur.

“Grrrrr.”

The little snow leopard’s stomach suddenly growled.

The sound was not small at all. In the quiet room, it was especially obvious. Everyone heard it.

The little snow leopard, which had been pretending to sleep: “……”

From the side, the butler unexpectedly said, “It couldn’t be that you didn’t eat dinner, right?”

He himself had spent the entire time accompanying little Rong at the convalescent facility, and dinner had also been eaten there, so he had not had the chance to look after the little crown prince here. But the royal family had long since sent over several attendants to help care for him. As soon as he needed anything, those people would appear at once, so there should not have been any need for him to split his attention both ways.

Besides, there had been a palace banquet today, and the little crown prince had returned just a bit before normal dinnertime, which meant he very likely had already eaten. Even if he had not, the house had plenty of snacks, and he could have ordered the kitchen to make something right away.

Yet somehow he had not eaten dinner at all. He had gone hungry until his stomach growled and still had not eaten snacks or asked the kitchen to make anything, and had just gone straight to sleep instead.

Fortunately, it was only one missed meal. That was not a big deal.

Seeing he could no longer keep pretending to sleep, the little snow leopard opened its eyes and immediately burrowed into Tang Rong’s arms.

Not even a moment later, its little nose began twitching quickly as it sniffed Tang Rong all over from head to toe, then let out several accusing little cries of “meow-woo, meow-woo.”

He smelled entirely like other spirit forms.

There wasn’t any of its scent left on him anymore.

After accompanying those spirit forms for so long, leaving it alone at home hungry, and now there wasn’t even enough time left to build a snowman… plus that bracelet that had broken earlier today—the little snow leopard suddenly felt a surge of grievance rise inside it and lightly bit the little cub’s hand.

Tang Rong simply thought the little snow leopard was starving. He quickly went and prepared a bottle of milk, then returned, cradled it in his arms, and fed it from the baby bottle.

The butler also contacted the kitchen and had them send over a late-night snack as quickly as possible.

Once its little belly was full, the little snow leopard’s mood improved. It then carried over the gift bag holding the scarf and brought it in front of Tang Rong, patting it lightly with one paw to tell him to open it.

Tang Rong happily took the bag apart and pulled out the scarf inside, immediately winding it around his own neck.

He knew this scarf matched little Han-brother’s exactly. Auntie had knitted it for him by hand.

His own mother was still “sleeping.” Auntie was not the same person as his mother, but through little Han-brother as the medium, he had still felt a little of that gentle motherly love.

He liked it very much. He longed for it too, greedily wanting to have more of it.

That night, Tang Rong wore the scarf to bed.

Before sleeping, the little snow leopard supervised him while he took a nice fragrant bath, washing all the other scents off of himself.

Once Tang Rong changed into his pajamas and lay down in bed, the little snow leopard rubbed all over him from head to toe, thoroughly covering him in its own scent. Only then did it curl into his arms and go to sleep in peace.

—There was no helping it. Their kind of spirit forms simply had “clean-freak tendencies.”

Perhaps because sleeping with the scarf on was too warm, Tang Rong woke up groggily once in the middle of the night from the heat. He had to take the scarf off and tuck it under his head like a pillow, then drifted back to sleep again.

That night, he dreamed a dream.

In the dream, his mother woke up and knitted him a very beautiful scarf as well.

…

Yesterday’s gains at the convalescent facility had far exceeded expectations. According to the system’s exact statistics, he had pet a total of twenty-eight fluffy spirit forms and gained a total of 670 points.

If he could earn that many points every day, then in about half a month he would be able to make ten thousand points and revive his mother.

Half a month—that sort of time frame, so close it was practically within reach, was irresistibly tempting.

The moment he woke up early the next morning, Tang Rong began urging butler Uncle to take him to the convalescent facility again.

Because the convalescent facility housed a large number of spirit forms whose spiritual power had gone berserk, and because it might affect the little crown prince’s body, Shen Muhan was not brought along.

The little snow leopard was once again “left alone in the empty room,” staring blankly out at the steadily falling snowflakes.

This first snowfall had only grown heavier and heavier. After just a few days, the snow piled up in the yard was already deep enough that it could swallow its whole little body. It would definitely be especially fun to burrow into it and roll around.

It thought again of the way the little cub’s eyes had lit up a few days ago, when he heard it was going to snow and said he wanted to build snowmen together.

It had no idea when it would finally get to build a snowman with little Rong…

With little Rong absent, it did not even feel like rolling in the snow by itself.

It had assumed little Rong would also come back very late today, but unexpectedly, just a little after noon, while the little snow leopard was still eating lunch, it saw the butler hurrying back with an unconscious Tang Rong in his arms.

The little snow leopard immediately forgot all about food. It hurriedly followed after them all the way to the second-floor bedroom, watching the butler place the little cub on the bed and pull the covers over him.

Tang Rong’s little face was a bit pale. His body looked soft and limp, his lashes hung down, and he was sleeping very deeply.

The little snow leopard rushed closer and let out several anxious “meow-woo, meow-woo” cries, but Tang Rong showed no response at all. The tail fur it was holding high puffed up in alarm.

What happened?!

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