Jun Moyan, in an instant, seed possessed by a demon, unable to control the fierce aura around him, which swept through like a storm, threatening to overturn the entire villa.
Feng Liyan, who was particularly sensitive to car sounds, instinctively looked toward the door upon hearing the noise.
The smile on his lips froze at the sight of Jun Moyan, then gradually disappeared.
The hand he was using to stroke Wen Xiao’ai’s head paused for two seconds, and his eyes, once gentle like the wind, subtly changed.
With a slight arch of his brow, Feng Liyan shot Jun Moyan a smile full of provocative pride, as if the very essence of his gaze and deanor was a challenge to Jun Moyan.
Sure enough, the man at the door, upon seeing Feng Liyan’s highly provocative look, had his murderous intent instantly surge, startling Qing Yi who had followed behind.
Jun Moyan forced himself to suppress the impending explosion of anger and murderous intent, took a step forward, and with an icy expression, strode towards the two on the sofa.
Feng Liyan couldn’t hide his smug feeling as Jun Moyan approached him, brimming with hostility, eyes dark with violent intent, seemingly wishing to tear him apart.
If the situation permitted, he would surely kiss Little Princess in front of Jun Moyan.
Who knows, it could make Jun Moyan die of anger, saving a lot of trouble!
But quickly, Feng Liyan sensed sothing strange about Jun Moyan’s aura.
However, before he could investigate further, the little head resting on his leg started to move.
As Jun Moyan kept approaching, the entire space seed distorted by his powerful dark aura, and Wen Xiao’ai, focused on watching cartoons and snacking, finally sensed sothing amiss.
She intuitively glanced at the door, and upon seeing Jun Moyan, was montarily stunned.
In the next mont, she tossed her snacks aside, scrambled off the sofa, and ran barefoot toward Jun Moyan.
"You brat, co back here!"
Feng Liyan tried to stop her, but it was too late.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai run toward him without hesitation once she noticed him, Jun Moyan’s expression slightly improved.
He halted his steps, waiting for Wen Xiao’ai’s arrival.
"Jun Moyan."
Ignoring the exasperated Feng Liyan, Wen Xiao’ai excitedly ran to Jun Moyan, jumped up and clung to him, her slender legs familiarly wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck, rubbing her little head against his neck incessantly.
"ow ow ow～"
Jun Moyan supported her little bottom with both hands, his face still dark, while he embraced Wen Xiao’ai, his sinister eyes fixed on the astonished man on the sofa.
Wen Xiao’ai’s series of adept, spontaneous movents left Feng Liyan dumbfounded.
Especially Jun Moyan’s hands supporting Wen Xiao’ai’s little bottom, making Feng Liyan itch to grab a knife and cut them off.
This, just how many tis had he held her to beco this skilled.
Feng Liyan was inwardly roaring; gritting his teeth, he suddenly stood up from the sofa and quickly walked towards the two.
Jun Moyan’s eyes locked with hostility on the approaching stranger.
As Feng Liyan drew near, he reached to grab Wen Xiao’ai’s arm, trying to peel the cheeky girl off Jun Moyan.
But before his hand could touch Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan spun around with Wen Xiao’ai, evading his reach, and then raised his leg in a backward spin kick directly aiming at Feng Liyan.
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