Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Don't call me a little boy, I'm not your little boy, you just like cats and don't like me now."

"I do not have."

"You have it, you have it, you are so good to Xiaobai, so fierce to me." Wen Xiaoai said more and more aggrieved.

Is she... eating her own jealousy?

"Little boy..."

"Don't call me, I don't want to go back with you, you can raise your little boy." Wen Xiaoai wanted to drive the door and get out of the car.

But before she could find a way to open the door, Jun Moyan grabbed her wrist.

"You let me go." Wen Xiaoai went to break his finger.

Jun Mo Yan stretched out his hand and directly grabbed both of her wrists.

Wen Xiaoai was so angry that she lowered her head and bit on his wrist.

She was angry, she didn't know how strong she was, and she bit him out of blood directly.

Jun Moyan still didn't let go, even without frowning, let her bite.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and it took a long time for Wen Xiaoai to calm down, and he suddenly regretted looking at his bleeding wrist when he was bitten by him.

She raised her head and looked at Jun Moyan, with his blood stained on her full red lips.

"Are you still angry?" Jun Moyan asked.

Wen Xiaoai's nose was sour and her mouth was flat, tears flowed out immediately. The next second, she threw herself into Jun Moyan's arms and cried aggrievedly while holding him.

"Woo, Jun Moyan, you are so angry with me, you don't believe me, you pinch me, you are fierce to me, you still drive me away, woo..."

Jun Moyan's body was a little stiff, and he didn't know how to coax him.

Finally raised his hand stiffly and touched her little head as before.

"……Do not cry."

"You don't know how scared I am, I don't know anyone, I don't know where to go, I can't find my way back home, oooo..."

Wen Xiaoai was so wronged and cried more and more fiercely.

She has not suffered much since she was a child, and she was coaxed by a bunch of people when she was wronged.

She, who has always relied on Ye Qi, came to this strange and constrained world, and could not even find her way home. It would be strange if she lost her only support.

"It's okay, don't cry." Jun Moyan touched her head once and again, as he was very patient when coaxing her before.

"Woo...you won't drive me away in the future?"

"will not."

"Then you, what's wrong with you, do you want to stand in the corner when you go back?" She cried so much that she shuddered.

"station."

"How long does it take to stand?"

"Stand until you are satisfied and calm down."

"It's about the same."

Wen Xiaoai felt better after venting and crying.

Hiding in Jun Moyan's arms, he choked quietly.

It took a while to withdraw from Jun Mo Yan's arms.

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand and wiped the tears from her face.

Wen Xiaoai pulled his sleeves and rubbed his tears and nose against his clothes.

Jun Moyan's mouth dizzy and smiles.

"What a kid."

"I'm not a kid, I'm almost 500 years old."

"..." Jun Moyan smiled stiffly at the corner of his mouth.

"Our demon's five hundred years old is the same as your human being's eighteen years old, and I am almost reaching adulthood."

Jun Moyan slowed down, digested a bit, and asked: "Little boy, why did you suddenly become a human?".

"Didn’t I say this in the morning? I’m a cat demon. I sneaked from my home to your human world to play. Who knows that something went wrong with the portal, which damaged my inner alchemy and was beaten back to its original form, and then dropped it. It’s in the woods, and somehow I was beaten by something that killed me."