"Okay."
The steps taken seed to beco lighter.
Not long after Feng Liyan left, the drowsy man in white suddenly woke up for so reason.
Realizing he was holding sothing in his arms, he suddenly rembered that it was sothing Feng Liyan asked him to keep.
He used his uninjured hand to take out the item from his arms.
A fan?
A folding fan full of ancient charm.
Just like the folding fans played with by ancient royal nobility in TV dramas.
Only, the craftsmanship and material were clearly not sothing available on the market.
He didn’t know much about fans, but the one Feng Liyan asked him to keep was obviously custom-made at great expense by craftsn.
Lacking energy, he didn’t open the fan to examine it closely. After a glance to confirm what Feng Liyan had entrusted him with, he hugged the fan back into his arms and continued to sleep.
Wen Xiao’ai, half-asleep, heard soone calling him, and instinctively called out Jun Moyan’s na without even opening his eyes.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw it was Feng Liyan. He pouted in disappointnt, turned his back to Feng Liyan, and continued to sleep.
"Little Princess? Get up."
"..."
"Little Princess? Hurry and get up." Feng Liyan pushed her shoulder.
Wen Xiao’ai pulled the quilt over her and buried herself, including her head, under it.
Feng Liyan tried to pull the quilt off her, but couldn’t.
"Little Princess, hurry up, we’re going back to the Demon Realm."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly opened her eyes, instantly energized.
She flung off the quilt and turned to look at Feng Liyan.
"... Go, go back to the Demon Realm?"
"Yes, hurry up."
"..."
Wen Xiao’ai stared at Feng Liyan for two seconds. After confirming he wasn’t joking, she imdiately raised her hand and pulled the quilt over herself again, hiding under it, this ti holding the corner tightly.
"Little Princess, stop fooling around, hurry and get up, we’re going back." Feng Liyan’s tone was sowhat anxious.
Because he was worried Jun Moyan might suddenly return.
Leaving then would certainly be troubleso.
"I don’t want to go back." From under the quilt ca Wen Xiao’ai’s panicky, stubborn voice.
"What do you an you don’t want to go back?" Feng Liyan frowned imdiately, a bit angry.
"Do you intend to stay here forever? Don’t forget your identity, are you abandoning the Cat Demon Clan? Are you abandoning Ye Qi? Are you abandoning the Clan Leader?"
Seeing Feng Liyan angry, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately flung off the quilt again, propping herself up, and with discomfort, said:
"I want to, it’s just, it’s just that I don’t want to go back yet..."
"Because of Jun Moyan?"
"..." Wen Xiao’ai remained silent, just pouting her lips, her small hands clenched into fists, and her eyes slowly reddened.
Seeing her like this, Feng Liyan felt both angry and heartbroken and helpless.
He couldn’t bear to yell at her, only able to persuade her earnestly because, really, she can’t be blad for this matter.
"Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan is human, you are a Demon, there’s no possibility between you two, don’t be foolish."
"I don’t care; I want to be with him, I want to marry him." Wen Xiao’ai was stubborn to the core, saying emotionally as she lay back on the bed.
"dicine King, you go back yourself; go back and tell the Clan Leader grandmother about Jun Moyan and . If she agrees, I’ll bring Jun Moyan to the Demon Clan to et her. If she disagrees, I..." Wen Xiao’ai felt intensely distressed and then couldn’t continue speaking.
"If the Clan Leader doesn’t agree, do you plan to never return?" Feng Liyan looked at her, his hand on the bed clenched tightly.
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