Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes, with her two little paws propped on Jun Moyan’s abdomen, half lifting her body, huffily glowering at Shangguan Yu.
When have I not been good.
I just want to be called this name, not some AD calcium or whatever clever spirit, no way.
I’ll be called Xiaoguai, just to irritate you, hmph!
"It really isn’t being good," Jun Moyan, watching her haughty look, said with a smile in his voice.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai looked up at Jun Moyan with her little head.
How can you say that, I’ve clearly been so well-behaved.
Jun Moyan’s expression was gentle as he lightly flicked her forehead with his finger, saying, "But it only needs to be good in front of me."
In front of others, it can act high and mighty, just be willful as it pleases.
Wen Xiao’ai stretched a paw to rub her forehead: Hmph, calling me naughty and then flicking me, how annoying.
Just as Jun Moyan was about to lift a can to drink, Wen Xiao’ai refused to let him, her paw chained with a little bracelet pointing at the beer in his hand:
You get utterly drunk and stink like a drunkard.
Jun Moyan’s motion to drink halted as he looked at Wen Xiao’ai.
The little thing had been getting braver and more temperamental lately, even daring to boss him around.
Then he suddenly recalled how a few days ago, after getting drunk, she had clung to his neck, stuck to him, licking him...
For some reason, Jun Moyan ended up offering the beer in his hand to Wen Xiao’ai, asking, "Do you want to drink?"
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, pushing away the beer.
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Jun Moyan once again moved the drink closer to her, "Have a taste?"
No way, you will probably make me stand in the corner again after.
"You drink when it’s offered by a drunk, but not when I offer it?" Jun Moyan’s tone suddenly took on a different flavor. Although it wasn’t obvious, Wen Xiao’ai could feel it.
She didn’t know if it was because she refused, or as he said, she had drunk from the drunk, but would not from him.
Seeing that he seemed to be getting angry, Wen Xiao’ai’s bravado instantly deflated, yet she still shook her head, not wanting to drink.
She remembered the headache and dizziness after her last bout of drunkenness, it was awful.
Definitely no drinking.
Jun Moyan kept holding out the drink, staring at Wen Xiao’ai as if he would not give up until she drank.
And so, they reached a stalemate.
"She’s still young, milk is fine, there’s no need for alcohol," Shangguan Yu remarked from the side.
Jun Moyan came to his senses, pulled back the can, and took a swig himself.
Then he said, "I wasn’t seriously making her drink."
But he thought to himself, what had gotten into him just then, almost pressuring Xiaoguai to get drunk.
She’s so small, she can’t handle alcohol.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai’s somewhat aggrieved eyes, Jun Moyan suddenly felt irritated.
Perhaps because of his own behavior in trying to coerce her just now.
He crushed the empty beer can, tossed it casually onto the table, then stood up with Wen Xiao’ai in his arms.
"Go find yourself a room to sleep in, don’t drink too much."
Jun Moyan left those words behind as he carried Wen Xiao’ai upstairs...
Wen Xiao’ai obediently let herself be carried.
After going upstairs and entering the room, Jun Moyan put her on the bed and went into the bathroom himself.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then came back out.
Wen Xiao’ai sat on the bed, her little head drooping, fiddling with her cute little paws.
She looked rather unhappy.
Only when Jun Moyan emerged from the bathroom did she lift her head and look at him.
"Meow~" She called softly.
Jun Moyan glanced at her and said nothing.
Instead, he turned off the light, got into bed to sleep, picked up her tiny body, and placed it on his chest.
Then he just went to sleep on his own.