"Huh?" Qing Yi was taken aback.
He blinked, a bit confused, and instinctively asked, "Me? Facing the wall? Why?"
"You have questions?"
"No, none, I’m going now." Qing Yi wearily left the room and shut the door behind him.
It was somewhat baffling.
Damn, who could tell him what had happened? What exactly was going on?
The third master wouldn’t just be feeling upset because Xiaoguai had been punished and then happened to have seen him embarrass himself, right? So he took revenge on him?
This self-esteem is harder than steel... better not provoke it.
Jun Moyan shut the door, approached the bed, and looked at the kitten indulging happily in its milk on the bed.
"Feeling better now? I’ve totally lost face."
Even though his tone carried a bit of complaint, the look in his eyes and the slight smile on his lips were clearly those of indulgence.
Humph, you still care about face, huh? When you punish me, why don’t you consider my dignity?
So only you deserve face, and I don’t?
"Not mad anymore, are you?"
"Meow." Wen Xiao’ai turned her head away.
"Had enough of being mad?"
"Meow." Wen Xiao’ai nodded, yes, she had enough of being mad.
You only stood for a few minutes, but I still haven’t calmed down.
"Since you’re full now, I’m going to eat on my own." Jun Moyan said and was about to leave.
"Meow meow." Hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai immediately called him back.
You stand right there, Princess commands.
"Something else?" Jun Moyan looked at her with a half-smile.
Wen Xiao’ai pushed away the milk bottle in her arms and stretched out her two little paws toward him.
Don’t pretend you don’t know.
Right! Now! Pick! Me! Up! To! Eat!
"Come down and walk yourself."
"Meow." Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, continuously stretching her paws toward him.
No way, I want you to carry me.
Jun Moyan remained unmoved, curious to see how she would create a scene next.
Wen Xiao’ai called out irritably, then got up without another word and pounced toward Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan was startled and instinctively reached out to catch the kitten that hurled into his arms.
After securing Wen Xiao’ai firmly, he smacked her little bottom.
"You’re getting naughtier and bolder, not afraid of falling, huh?"
Annoying, don’t hit my butt.
Wen Xiao’ai rubbed her little butt, glaring at him huffily.
Jun Moyan carried her downstairs, the little bundle in his arms gazing around with big eyes.
"No need to look anymore, everyone has left. There’s only one cat in the house now, and there won’t be anyone bringing cats over in the future," Jun Moyan stroked her little head. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel•fire.net
Humph, that’s more like it.
Today was such an embarrassment, if her clan knew she was in the Human Realm fighting with a lower-class cat that couldn’t cultivate, they’d laugh her to death.
Wen Xiao’ai thought this matter must absolutely not get out, else once she returned to the Demon Realm, she wouldn’t dare to show her face.
The drunkard rolled over, yawned, and stretched, raising his hand to rub his eyes only to see someone standing in the corner behind the door.
The drunkard paused in rubbing his eyes, trying to make out the scene behind the door, and found it quite strange.
"Hey, what are you doing standing there?"
"Facing the wall..." came Qing Yi’s listless voice.
"Facing the wall? Why?"
The drunkard sat up on the bed, reaching for the wine gourd on the bedside table.
"There’s a bowl of noodles on the table, eat those before you drink," said Qing Yi, not turning his head, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
The drunkard looked at the noodles on the computer desk, then at the wine gourd in his hand.