"Big man, why the hesitance? If you like her, you like her, and if you don’t, you don’t. Is it really that hard to answer?"
"...I don’t know." He truly didn’t know what his feelings for Xiaoguai were at that mont.
But it was clear, they were no longer as simple as before.
Yet to say it was the kind of liking between a man and a woman, he felt it wasn’t.
To him, wasn’t it more about responsibility towards Xiaoguai?
"Then let ask you, if she were with another man..."
"Impossible."
Shangguan Yu hadn’t finished speaking when Jun Moyan imdiately furrowed his brows.
"See, you still say you don’t like her."
"Nonsense."
Xiaoguai was a child, one he had raised; of course he wouldn’t allow her to be with another man.
Not to ntion now that Xiaoguai was human, even when she was rely a cat, he didn’t allow it. Could you say that he had loved a re cat?
"Don’t talk to about damn possessiveness. If you don’t like her, where does this possessiveness co from? I think you just need a rival in love, or let that little girl disappear for a while, and then you’ll see your own heart clearly."
As Shangguan Yu spoke, he poked Jun Moyan’s chest with the finger holding the wine bottle.
"..."
Shangguan Yu rambled on, soon returning to his own troubles.
"Do you think my life with Yaoyao is just over?"
"Yaoyao doesn’t rember now, will she fall in love with soone else in the future and marry him?"
"If she marries soone else, what will I do?"
"Mr. Jun, I feel like crying..."
Shangguan Yu pouted, holding back tears as he looked at Jun Moyan.
"How about you hit , make cry, wouldn’t that be less embarrassing?"
"You just cried three tis..."
"Really? Did I lose face three tis just now?"
"You’ve been losing face all night."
"..." Shangguan Yu blinked, paused for a few seconds, then hugged Jun Moyan and started crying again.
"Yaoyao, Yaoyao..."
"..." Jun Moyan’s mouth twitched.
Jun Moyan drained the bottle,
then carried Shangguan Yu back to the room, went upstairs, and returned to their room.
Standing by the door, illuminated by the faint moonlight streaming in from the balcony, Jun Moyan gazed at the sleeping Wen Xiao’ai on the bed, lost in thought.
After a while, he walked in, closed the door softly, approached the bed on tiptoe, and took off his shoes to get in.
Then he lay down next to Wen Xiao’ai.
He gently lifted her head to turn her face toward him, but Wen Xiao’ai turned her head herself and instinctively snuggled closer to him.
Jun Moyan moved closer to her, feeling her barely noticeable but intoxicating scent of milk. A slightly drunk Jun Moyan found himself a bit infatuated with her scent.
He couldn’t help but move even closer, close enough for their breaths to intermingle.
Jun Moyan stared at her unblinkingly, just like the night she transford from a cat to a human—yet the situation now was entirely different.
Was it really the kind of liking between a man and a woman?
But Xiaoguai was a demon, and he was human.
The distance between them was not just obstructed by a Gu Sheng; it was completely two different worlds.
Xiaoguai would one day return to her own world; even if Xiaoguai could stay with him for a lifeti, what about after he died?
To leave endless sorrow for Xiaoguai, making her rember him and grieve for hundreds or even thousands of years?
Jun Moyan thought about this and his heart began to ache, eventually hurting.
Knowing how dependent she was on him now, if there ca a day when he wasn’t by her side, she would surely cry her eyes out.
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