Wen Xiao’ai withdrew her hand, moved her body inward, making a large space, and looked at him.
She said nothing.
Jun Moyan smiled, stood up on the bed, and lay down beside her with his clothes on.
Before he could pull her into his arms, Wen Xiao’ai snuggled into him first.
Jun Moyan embraced her, his chin resting on the top of her head, rubbing slightly.
With a gentle sigh full of guilt, he said, "The Netherworld is not like other places. It doesn’t have the tasty food of the Human Realm, nor the beauty of the Cat Demon Clan, no living people, no color. There’s nothing here, just countless Underworld ssengers and ghosts. You can’t even see the sun; it’s all dark everywhere, cold and bone-chilling all year round. It wrongs you."
He knew she definitely didn’t like it.
"It’s not wronging . As long as I’m with Jun Moyan, anywhere is fine." Wen Xiao’ai embraced him, her small face burying into his chest.
Jun Moyan smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"I promise you, once I handle the affairs, I’ll take you to the ends of the earth, travel across The Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, let you eat what you’ve never eaten, show you what you’ve never seen, play what you’ve never played, high mountains, deserts, serene rivers, fairy valleys, just the two of us."
"Okay."
"Sleep, have a good rest. You must be exhausted lately."
"Mm."
After a long while, Wen Xiao’ai drowsily fell asleep in Jun Moyan’s arms.
Jun Moyan waited until she was soundly asleep before daring to sleep.
However, in less than half an hour, he felt Wen Xiao’ai’s distress.
His light sleep quickly roused him; he loosened his arms around Wen Xiao’ai, only to see her face pale, drenched in cold sweat, with an expression of pain.
His heart skipped a beat, his hand brushed her small face, but it was icy cold to the touch.
"Xiaoguai? What’s wrong with you?"
"Jun Moyan, I... my stomach hurts."
Jun Moyan hurriedly moved back, creating distance between them, and indeed saw Wen Xiao’ai clutching her stomach with both hands.
He imdiately placed his hand on her stomach, channeling spiritual power to her, hoping to ease her pain.
But it was to no avail.
"Jun Moyan, it hurts..." Wen Xiao’ai was trembling all over from the pain, coated in cold sweat.
"Wait for , I’ll be right back."
Jun Moyan got up, left a sentence, and disappeared from sight.
"Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao’ai wanted to stop him, but he was already gone.
"Mm..."
The persistent ache in her lower abdon caused Wen Xiao’ai to curl up in pain.
With Jun Moyan’s departure, Wen Xiao’ai, already lacking a sense of security, felt a loss of support, growing restless and anxious.
In the vast bedchamber, she was left to endure the pain alone on the bed.
A sudden unfamiliar presence appeared, startling Wen Xiao’ai, who quickly looked up.
"You..."
The newcor surprised her.
"Madam."
Ye Yin’s face was grim, indicating urgency.
Yet he didn’t forget his manners, clasping his hands to salute Wen Xiao’ai.
"What are you doing here?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, enduring the pain.
"Madam, please co back with to see the Lord. The Lord suffered from Soul Town... The Lord is severely injured and in a bad state."
Wen Xiao’ai was taken aback, then gritted her teeth to get up, supporting herself on the bed.
"I’m not your madam, I’m the Cat Demon Wen Xiao’ai. I’m not Shang Ying; Nie Jiuque doesn’t want , only the two souls and three fragnts of Shang Ying inside ."
"No, madam, you’ve forgotten many things, it’s not like this. I beg you to co back with ." Ye Yin pleaded, dropping to his knees.
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