Just as his hand was about to touch Wen Xiao’ai, it was gripped by another pale, strong hand.
Even though Jun Moyan knew Feng Liyan was a clansman of Wen Xiao’ai, he still wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch her, not even for a second, even if it ant offending this person irreparably.
Feng Liyan yanked his hand back as if Jun Moyan was so dirty thing.
After pulling back, he shook his hand disdainfully, then glared fiercely at Jun Moyan and gritted his teeth, saying to Wen Xiao’ai again:
"Right now! Imdiately! Get down here!"
"Hmph~" Wen Xiao’ai twisted her body. Having not seen Jun Moyan for a few days, she still didn’t want to co down; she just wanted to be held by him.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan called her lightly and then slightly bent down to place Wen Xiao’ai on the ground.
As soon as Wen Xiao’ai touched the ground, she was pulled by Feng Liyan towards the sofa.
"Feng Liyan, what are you doing?" Wen Xiao’ai reluctantly followed him, glancing back at Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan secretly gritted his teeth. Although dissatisfied with Feng Liyan touching Wen Xiao’ai, he still held back.
"Qing Yi, you should go back and rest."
He said to Qing Yi, who was standing behind him.
Qing Yi looked at Feng Liyan and then nodded, "Then I’ll head off first."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
Feng Liyan pulled Wen Xiao’ai to the sofa and forcibly sat her down, then grabbed three tissues.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Xiao’ai asked curiously as she watched Feng Liyan soak the tissues in water.
Feng Liyan didn’t respond. After soaking the tissues, he turned around, pinched Wen Xiao’ai’s chin with one hand, and began wiping her mouth, ignoring her struggle.
As he wiped, he kept muttering in a disgusted tone: "So dirty, so dirty..."
Hearing Feng Liyan’s words, Jun Moyan’s face slightly hardened.
Wen Xiao’ai, on the other hand, was so angry she slapped Feng Liyan’s arm.
"This is the last ti. If you dare kiss him again, I’ll cut... I’ll cut that bastard’s face off," Feng Liyan gritted his teeth.
"You wouldn’t dare!"
"Watch . Not only will I cut his face off, but I’ll also stew him to feed the dogs!"
Feng Liyan’s last sentence seed to intentionally remind soone of sothing.
Sure enough, Jun Moyan’s expression turned sowhat unpleasant after hearing this.
Jun Moyan cald his mind, then stepped forward.
He glanced at Feng Liyan, then asked Wen Xiao’ai, "Xiaoguai, who is he..."
"He’s the dicine King, I’ve told you about him before." Wen Xiao’ai’s words were slightly muffled being constantly wiped by Feng Liyan, but Jun Moyan heard clearly.
"dicine King?"
Jun Moyan felt a slight jolt in his heart; Feng Liyan’s identity was sowhat unexpected.
He looked at Feng Liyan again, feeling that his emotions were so complex they were indescribable now.
He had thought this was just a friend Wen Xiao’ai played with in the Demon Realm; he hadn’t expected him to be the dicine King.
At this mont, Jun Moyan truly felt a bit of regret.
Because he was reminded of his second brother’s leg...
Feng Liyan released Wen Xiao’ai, elegantly tossed the tissues into the trash, then crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and looked arrogantly at Jun Moyan, saying:
"That’s right, I am that gray cat you threw out, said you’d stew to feed the dogs, and slapped onto the ground like a ball to kick away."
Jun Moyan: "..."
"So, how about considering getting a bigger pot now to stew ?"
Jun Moyan: "..."
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