Wen Xiao’ai was so excited, she hugged Brother Ye Qi and kept owing with joy.
"Brother Ye Qi, Xiao’ai missed you so much."
Jun Moyan stood nearby, watching the two embraced, his large hand unknowingly clenched into a fist, knuckles clicking audibly, and faintly grinding teeth could also be heard.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent and hostility.
The man holding Wen Xiao’ai seed to sense Jun Moyan’s unfriendly gaze.
He looked at Jun Moyan and politely nodded towards him.
This manner and poise made Jun Moyan feel petty.
Ye Qi, it really is him.
Wen Xiao’ai finally released him after a good long hug, holding onto Ye Qi’s sleeve, endlessly talking about missing him.
As she spoke, her eyes reddened.
She truly missed him.
Since childhood, except when Brother Ye Qi traveled for study, she had never been separated from him for such a long ti.
Previously she knew Brother Ye Qi would eventually return, and even if he left for a long ti, she was surrounded by many friends and clan mates, unlike this ti.
She constantly worried she couldn’t return to the Demon Clan and was always worried about how anxious Brother Ye Qi and Clan Leader Grandma would be when they couldn’t find her.
The feeling of being away from ho is indeed different.
"Little rascal, I knew the Demon Realm couldn’t hold you, yet you dared to fool everyone claiming you were in seclusion training at Qin Mountain."
Ye Qi raised a hand and lightly tapped Wen Xiao’ai’s head.
Though his words carried so bla, his tone showed nothing but indulgence.
"I’ll let it go this ti. If you dare sneak out to play again, I won’t plead for you. Let’s see how Grandma punishes you."
"I didn’t sneak out to play, I went to find the Soul Gathering Umbrella."
"And where is the umbrella?"
Ye Qi looked at Wen Xiao’ai with eyes filled with amusent and helplessness.
He wore a face as if he always knew she’d use that as an excuse.
"I couldn’t find it."
"Still not being honest."
"Brother Ye Qi, I was wrong, I won’t dare anymore." Wen Xiao’ai tugged on Ye Qi’s sleeve, acting playful.
"Alright, I know you’re playful, but let this be the last ti."
"Hmm hmm hmm." Wen Xiao’ai nodded vigorously, looking all obedient and well-behaved.
"Cough..." A sound filled with intense dissatisfaction and hostility rang out.
Ye Qi glanced at Jun Moyan, whose face was full of hostility, and asked Wen Xiao’ai, "Xiao’ai, who is this?"
Wen Xiao’ai slapped her forehead, finally rembering Jun Moyan was still there.
She quickly let go of Ye Qi’s sleeve, ran to Jun Moyan’s side, and took his hand, wanting to lead him to Ye Qi.
Yet Jun Moyan held Wen Xiao’ai’s hand back, stood still, and looked unfriendly towards Ye Qi not far away.
No need for Ye Qi to say it, even a fool could see this person likes Xiaoguai.
"What’s wrong?" Wen Xiao’ai noticed she couldn’t move Jun Moyan and felt a bit puzzled.
Caught up in excitent, Wen Xiao’ai completely missed Jun Moyan’s odd behavior.
She only wanted to pull Jun Moyan over to introduce him to Ye Qi.
Eventually, it was Ye Qi who ca over to them himself.
Ye Qi approached them, stood before them, and his gaze fell on their tightly clasped hands, his previously gentle gaze no longer gentle.
He looked up at Jun Moyan, quickly igniting a silent war, thick with smoke.
"Xiao’ai, didn’t Brother Ye Qi teach you about not touching between n and won? Have you forgotten?"
Though directed at Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes were fixed on Jun Moyan.
His lips still held a slight smile, but the hostility in his eyes rivaled Jun Moyan’s.
Politeness remained, but his gaze towards Jun Moyan was clearly unfriendly.
When rivals et, it’s extra bitter, that’s probably how it is.
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