"What on earth are you talking about? Humans now have free love and marriage. Marrying Jun Moyan is my business; what does it have to do with Brother Ye Qi?"
"You... I..."
"You what?"
"You co with right now, you’re not allowed to stay here." Feng Liyan stretched out her little paw, trying to drag Wen Xiao’ai out of the blanket.
"I don’t want to, I’m not leaving." Wen Xiao’ai clutched the blanket tightly.
"Are you coming or not?"
"Not going."
The two were owing back and forth in argunt when the door handle suddenly turned, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Jun Moyan appeared at the doorway, holding Wen Xiao’ai’s milk bottle.
As the door opened, Jun Moyan imdiately heard the owing that didn’t belong to Wen Xiao’ai, his brows furrowed instinctively, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
Jun Moyan looked at the big bed where the little figure of Feng Liyan, dressed in deep blue, stood out strikingly against the white sheets.
Even more damning was that Feng Liyan’s two naughty paws were grabbing onto the blanket covering Wen Xiao’ai, who looked very unwilling.
This scene, in the eyes of Jun Moyan who already believed Wen Xiao’ai’s warmth towards Feng Liyan was just to provoke him and not genuine affection for the cat, appeared as if Wen Xiao’ai was being bullied and harassed by the Little Gray Cat.
A massive wave of killing intent burst forth from Jun Moyan’s body, overwhelming Feng Liyan.
Seeing Jun Moyan, Feng Liyan looked as if he was seeing a mortal enemy, though Jun Moyan’s sudden change made him slightly startled, and he felt the killing aura emanating from Jun Moyan, but Feng Liyan, consud by the anger of seven stories high, cared for none of that.
Without thinking, he leapt off the bed and charged at Jun Moyan.
"ow, ow."
Feng Liyan, no.
Wen Xiao’ai’s anxious voice sounded.
But it couldn’t stop him.
Feng Liyan made a long run-up, his little paws kicked off the ground fiercely, using the montum to jump at Jun Moyan.
In the next mont
"ow!"
A miserable cry rang out, Feng Liyan was slapped hard to the ground, seeing stars.
Feng Liyan felt like his seven orifices might have been struck to bleed.
His head was buzzing from the fall.
Wen Xiao’ai seed to have anticipated this, covering her eyes in advance, unable to bear watching.
After hearing that miserable cry, her little body trembled.
Just listening was painful.
After a while, Wen Xiao’ai moved one small paw aside, looking at Feng Liyan who was lying on the ground unable to get up for so ti, and softly said.
"ow, ow..."
Told you not to, but you didn’t listen, now you’ve been beaten, huh?!
Feng Liyan: "..."
Jun Moyan walked in, ca up behind Feng Liyan, and kicked him like a ball.
Feng Liyan hadn’t recovered from that fatal slap when he suddenly felt like he was flying.
After being kicked out of the room, Feng Liyan’s little belly skidded along the floor until his head bumped into the corridor railing and finally stopped.
"ow..."
Oh no, now the dicine King truly dislikes Jun Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai felt it was getting harder for Jun Moyan to marry her.
"Bang." The sound of the door slamming shut echoed.
After Jun Moyan closed the door, he walked towards Wen Xiao’ai on the bed, who was looking in the direction of the door, holding the milk bottle.
He said in an annoyed tone:
"Still looking?!"
The sourness in his voice could probably be slled from miles away.
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