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Chapter 1202 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (84)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Chapter 84)

Song Ning was indeed happy about the fertilizer that Lance brought back, and he didn't lie to Lance about that.

After taking off her shoes and coat, Song Ning returned to her room, squatted down, picked up the fertilizer Lance had brought back, and weighed it in her hand. "This should weigh about five kilograms, right?"

Lance followed him in, closed the door, and turned up the heat of the crystal core mini-sun.

"Yes, five kilograms a bag, they didn't shortchange us."

Song Ning tilted his head back, and from this angle, his abs rippled wildly and seductively, and his prominent Adam's apple was particularly noticeable. As Lance's breath rose and fell, his heart followed suit.

He subconsciously swallowed, and what was normally a soft sound now sounded like thunder in his ears. Song Ning hurriedly looked away and asked a question casually, trying to make conversation.

How do you know they didn't shortchange you? Did you weigh it yourself?

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the figure that had been standing next to him stopped moving.

Song Ning's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He put down the fertilizer, straightened up, and looked at Lance's expression.

Those two handsome, sword-like eyebrows were furrowed, and his face, which usually didn't show many complex emotions, now held a complexity that Song Ning couldn't decipher.

Did he ask some strange question?

Song Ning himself was puzzled. Was his question really that difficult to answer?

"Lance? What's wrong?"

Lance, snapped back to reality, glanced at him, his eyes filled with undisguised confusion. He looked down at his own hands.

They have flesh and blood, and are no different from humans.

Lance knew he was not human. He was first and foremost a black panther, and only secondly could he become like a human, but he was still not human.

But why was the first thought that flashed through his mind when Song Ning asked him just now that he wasn't human? Isn't it obvious at a glance that he's not human?

Lance couldn't understand it, so he told Song Ning about his thoughts.

Song Ning's feelings were even more complicated than his. Her handsome face was filled with shock, and her mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

After a long pause, Song Ning asked in confusion, "You... but even Black Panther couldn't tell at a glance, right? So you mean, you might have a third identity?"

So what kind of creature does he actually like?

Both of them were affected by this unexpected little incident. Song Ning barely remembered that she had received the fertilizer that Lance had brought back. In any case, she went to fertilize it first, so as not to affect the crop harvest.

Lance, unusually, didn't stay by his side to help. Instead, he curled up in the big cat bed next to the crystal core sun, quietly pondering his origins.

This strange atmosphere continued until Song Ning returned from the greenhouse. The room was not lit up with bright lights as before; instead, only the faint light from the crystal core sun shone through.

The warm orange light made the room even darker, and a dark figure seemed to blend perfectly into the darkness of the large room. It was the first time Song Ning had ever seen the big cat look so listless.

In that instant, Song Ning had only one thought in her mind.

Regardless of what species Lance was, he didn't want Lance to be so unhappy. He preferred Lance's composure and fearlessness as a top predator.

He patted his clothes clean and washed his hands. He went to the cat's bed and nudged the big cat to make room for him. Then he obediently crawled in, just like he used to do when he slept with the big cat.

"Are you still thinking about what just happened?"

The paws resting on him moved slightly, pulling him a little closer to their embrace, as if in agreement.

Song Ning hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Actually, I think it doesn't matter what you were like before. As long as you are healthy and happy in this world, that is the greatest happiness."

Lance didn't say anything. He just looked down at the human leaning against him, his mind churning with his own thoughts.

It's different. He knows what "human" means, but it's not the same.

Why no response?

Song Ning couldn't help but turn around, trying to discern some expression from the big cat's dark, shiny fur.

"Are you really that bothered by this?"

This time, Lance reacted.

"It's not me, it's you."

Song Ning: “?”

He was full of questions. When did he start caring so much?

Seeing that he didn't understand, Lance put aside what Liao Xin had taught him, got up from the cat's bed, and went into the room.

Song Ning stared blankly at the door, her slow-witted mind still reeling.

So what exactly happened?

Not long after, Lance pushed open the door. He stepped out and knelt down in front of Song Ning. From this angle, Song Ning could hardly ignore Lance's overly handsome appearance, especially when he was not speaking. Lance's eyes were deep and cold, but this coldness had never been directed at him.

"You don't like that I'm not human."

Lance stated his opinion in a low voice.

Song Ning was jolted back to her senses and denied it without thinking.

When did I stop liking it?

He really likes big cats; he's liked them from the beginning and he still likes them now.

No, you don't like it.

Lance shook his head, looking at him intently.

"You like humans, but you don't like that I'm not human, so you despise me."

Song Ning was speechless, and her face flushed and her heart was pounding.

"What...what do you mean by that?"

Was he misinterpreting things, or did Lance not express himself well? It can't be that Lance actually understands everything and has seen through everything, just as he thinks?

Lance stared at him, and thinking he hadn't understood, he explained it again.

"I think you like me, but you only like me the way I am now, not the way I was just now, so you haven't been talking to me lately."

Song Ning felt as if something was blocking her throat, her face kept getting hot, and her ears felt like they were steaming.

He could barely speak clearly.

"No, when did I say I liked you? I didn't dislike what you were doing just now, I just... I just..."

He met Lance's earnest gaze, unable to utter a word of explanation.

How should I explain this? Should I tell Lance that it's not that he doesn't like it at all, but that he's afraid to get too close because he likes it?

He felt that a person shouldn't, at least not, harm a big cat.

Lance misunderstood him, and obvious disappointment flashed in his blue eyes.

"You really didn't like it; I wasn't wrong."

His eyes and brows were unusually tinged with dejection and disappointment, an expression that immediately gripped Song Ning's heart, causing him to blurt out.

"I really don't dislike you. In fact, I like you no matter what you are like."

Lance immediately grasped the key point: "So you like me."

Now Song Ning was completely speechless, unable to utter a single word.