"If it’s not injured, then whose blood is this?"
"ow ow ow."
The bad woman’s.
"You don’t stay put and run around. Even if you get hurt, you deserve it."
What?
Deserve it?
Wen Xiao’ai exploded with anger in an instant.
"ow!"
If she didn’t run away, who knew what that bad woman would do to her.
"You still have a temper? Did I say sothing wrong?" Jun Moyan lectured her with a serious face.
Qing Yi must have warned her not to run around, she could understand but still chose to co out.
Disobedient!
Needed to be disciplined!
"ow!"
You did say sothing wrong, and you wronged .
Jun Moyan is a big baddie, so annoying.
Wen Xiao’ai’s sharp claws were showing, itching to scratch him a few tis.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai showing her "weapons" to him, Jun Moyan frowned, his gaze turning slightly cold.
This was his most basic reaction when facing danger, no matter who the other party was.
However, it was the dark aura unconsciously emitted during that mont of frowning that made Wen Xiao’ai shrink back, and her claws obediently retracted.
"ow..."
Wen Xiao’ai whimpered weakly, tears rolling in her eyes.
Don’t ntion how wronged she felt.
Her pitiful look of utter grievance slowly diffused Jun Moyan’s temper. He sighed softly and said sowhat helplessly,
"Will you dare to run around again next ti?"
"ow..."
Dare!
If it’s dangerous and she doesn’t run, she’s not foolish.
Jun Moyan thought she said she wouldn’t dare, and his tone softened a great deal, "Stop crying."
"ow..."
Can’t stop.
Feeling wronged, wanting to cry.
Wanting to go ho, missing Clan Leader Granny, missing Brother Ye Qi, missing her little friends...
The more Wen Xiao’ai thought, the more wronged she felt, and the giant tears fell directly, landing on the back of Jun Moyan’s hand, scalding his heart into a tremble.
Watching the little kitten with eyes brimming with tears looking up at him, Jun Moyan reached out to wipe her tears, though he completely lacked the words for comfort.
Qing Yi watched from the side. After scolding Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan seed to be... comforting her, and she couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded.
Heavens, was this the sa man who speaks little, cares about nothing, could order death with one sentence, and brings people to their knees with a single glance? King Yan’s third young master?
Was there a mix-up?
The more a person feeling wronged is comforted, the more they want to cry. Wen Xiao’ai buried her small head in Jun Moyan’s chest and cried even harder.
"You really shouldn’t have scolded it. It ran to in a panic, being chased by a dog, and even took a fall when it entered the door," Jun Wuchen finally found a chance to speak up.
Jun Moyan’s mouth twitched slightly, his large hand gently stroking the small head in his arms, feeling a complicated mix of emotions.
He almost felt as if... he had scolded the wrong party.
"Don’t cry anymore."
A very stiff and uncaring comforting phrase ca out of Jun Moyan’s mouth.
Jun Wuchen couldn’t help but laugh, "Third brother, you really can’t comfort soone. When you get married in the future, you’ll make your wife suffer every day."
Yet, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t stop crying. Her little body shuddered with each sob, and her tears wet Jun Moyan’s clothes.
"Eh... Third Young Master, I looked it up online, and when cats cry, it tends to an they’re sick, not that they’re really crying," Qing Yi remarked, unsure of the reliability of the internet information.
"ow!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately raised her head from Jun Moyan’s arms and owed fiercely at Qing Yi.
You’re the one who can’t cry, you’re the one who’s sick.
I’m crying because your master scolded . I’m crying and it’s truly heartbreaking, and you’re saying I can’t cry?
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