Chapter 810
She released him quickly. Ro smelled a whiff of jasmine on her.
She pointed at a ce. "You see that? That furry ball is Fluffy."
"Fluffy?"
"Yeah, my hamster. She is usually amenable but especially naughty today." Reba pouted.
Such an expression should have been pretentious on the face of a 27-year-old woman, but she only
invoked sympathy.
"Would you like me to get Fluffy for you?" Ro said with deliberate tenderness.
"But she can be very swift."
"Then I''ll be swifter." Ro rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arm into the bush.
Frightened, the little hamster ran away quickly. "Over there," Reba shouted.
Ro then stood up and ran to the other side of the bush.
He was gasping soon.
He had thought about catching it to tter Reba, but it turned out to be more difficult than he''d
imagined.
Compared with that nimble little hamster, he looked like a pissed-off clumsy bear.
The chase escted into a man versus hamsterpetition and Ro swore to win it.
Finally, Ro made it. Fluffy wriggled in his hands in protest.
Squeezing his way through the bushes made him looked disheveled.
His shirt was smeared with dirt, his hair messy, his hand scratched. He was now sitting on the
ground, catching his breath.
Raising his hands with the hamster in his palms, he gasped, "I got it. Your Fluffy.1''
Reba delicately took Fluffy from his hands and thanked him.
"You''re wee." Ro wiped away the sweat on his forehead and gave her an ear-to-ear grin.
"Fluffy, don''t you dare run away from me again," Reba scolded.
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Her tone was so serious and the hamster nuzzled her palm as if it was apologizing for the trouble
it''d caused.
Ro locked his eyes on her. She was like an angel.
"Gosh, you''re injured." Reba saw the swollen scratch on the back of his hand.
"It doesn''t matter. Just superficial injury." Ro said casually.
"It matters to me. Come and I''ll treat it for you." Reba held the hamster in one hand and grabbed
his hand with the other hand, walking across the garden toward her room.
Ro stopped at the doorway, hesitating about entering ady''s private space.
"I''ll wait for you here," he said gentlemanly.
"You cane in." Reba smiled and dragged him into her room.
All Ro saw was pink. Pink walls, pink bed, and pink dolls. He would have taken it as a little girl''s
room if he hadn''t known the owner of it.
"Give me a minute, I''ll get your scratch sterilized." Reba put the little hamster into the cage and
then went to rummage in the cab.
"Where''s it? I remember I put it here," she mused.
In the cab was a jumble of things.
Ro liked everything to be neat and clean but he found her messy in an adorable way.
"Forget it. It''ll heal within days," Ro said to her.
"One more minute. I''m close." Reba shouted without turning back.
Soon she came back with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Give me your hand."
The broken skin stung when the swab touched it.
Ro groaned.
"Sorry. Am I hurting you?" Reba scratched her head, embarrassed.
"It''s fine. You can continue." Ro said gently.
After she finished, she stuck a cartoon band-aid on his hand and told Ro not to touch water
recently.
"As you say, miss." Ro liked her serious face.
Something urred to her suddenly. "Ah, I''ve been out for a long time. Grandpa has asked me to
entertain the guests."
Ro stood up tactfully.
"Then I''ll leave."
"I''ll send you out."
When they walked abreast down the corridor, Ro started smoothly, "So you love furry animals?"
"Yes. They are cute and healing." Reba answered in a delighted voice.
"My friend''s cat has given birth to a few kittens recently. Would you like to have one?" Ro
offered, finding him a perfect excuse to meet her
again.
"Of course! When?" Reba snapped her head up to look at him, her eyes alight with expectation.
"Tomorrow, I''ll call you," Ro said with carefully concealed smugness.
Naturally enough, they exchanged numbers.
"See you tomorrow then," Ro said.
"See you."
"And thank you for helping me!" she added earnestly.
Ro nodded with a crooked smile and then left.
Everything went so smoothly.