Suddenly, a delicate white fingertip extended, directly poking into the dark muzzle of the gun.
The girl’s soft and sweet voice arose, her deep blue eyes full of curiosity and innocence.
Wen Xiao’ai looked up at Jun Moyan, very curious about the object in his hand.
He was holding it when Blood Crow appeared before.
It didn’t look edible, nor did it appear to be something to play with.
A vein on Jun Moyan’s forehead throbbed, his lips slightly pursed, his jaw clenched tight.
One hand, hanging by his side, was balled into a fist, while the hand holding the gun trembled slightly from the rage in his chest.
A pair of grim eyes stared intently at the girl on the bed, feigning ignorance and bewilderment.
"Don’t play dumb with me. Speak up, who are you really, and how did you sneak into Wu Garden and climb onto my bed?"
"I am..." Wen Xiao’ai pulled back her little finger, about to say "I am Xiaoguai," but hesitated when the words reached her lips.
Would Jun Moyan believe she was that cat?
If he did, would he kill her for being a demon?
But if he didn’t, he would treat her as a bad person and not let her go either way.
Really, how could she have overslept? She should have gotten up earlier to find a place to quietly revert to her human form.
"Speak!" Jun Moyan shouted sharply, the murderous look in his eyes truly frightening.
Wen Xiao’ai, startled, blurted out in a soft and tender tone, "I am Xiaoguai..."
Wen Xiao’ai gazed at Jun Moyan with a pair of wet eyes, looking innocently at him.
He was so fierce, he had never looked at her, spoken to her in this tone, had this demeanor before.
Did Jun Moyan only like Xiaoguai when she was a cat, and not Xiao’ai when she was human?
Thinking about how Jun Moyan treated Xiaoguai last night, Wen Xiao’ai felt aggrieved, her little eyebrows knotted together.
The name "Xiaoguai" made Jun Moyan pause for a moment, surprised that she bore the same name as his Xiaoguai.
It was an insult to the name Xiaoguai.
Jun Moyan’s expression grew even more forbidding and terrifying, seemingly displeased that a woman shared the name of his Xiaoguai.
With his anger and murderous intent suppressed, Jun Moyan continued to ask, "Who sent you here?"
"No one sent me. I really am Xiaoguai, the cat you’ve been keeping. Don’t you recognize me, Jun Moyan?"
Seeing that Jun Moyan ignored the fact that she was Xiaoguai, Wen Xiao’ai felt a bitter taste in her heart.
No longer cautious, she eagerly wanted him to know she was Xiaoguai.
She wanted to see how his attitude differed when dealing with "her" versus "it."
"Huh..." Jun Moyan let out a cold laugh, the murderous intent in his eyes growing thicker.
"It seems you went to great lengths to get into my bed."
Even the name "Xiaoguai" had been researched thoroughly.
"Are you really stupid or do you take me for a fool?"
A person, claiming to have transformed from a cat, could there be a more far-fetched excuse?
"Jun Moyan, I really am..."
The sound of hurried footsteps from the corridor outside interrupted Wen Xiao’ai, causing her to stop speaking.
Then came the sound of a key unlocking a door.
The room door was pushed open, and Qing Yi and Bai Yi, leading a dozen Black-clad security guards who had responded to the emergency alarm from his room, charged into the bedroom.
When they clearly saw the situation inside, each and every one of them froze, completely dumbfounded.
They hadn’t seen it wrong, had they?
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The one sitting on the bed of the Third Young Master was a woman?
No, not a woman, but a bright and spirited young girl.
Oh my, was it really this explosive, this thrilling?
Bai Yi was so shocked that his jaw and the gun in his hand nearly dropped to the floor.
Seeing someone barge in, Wen Xiao’ai quickly wrapped herself tighter in the thin quilt.
"Ahem..." Qing Yi came back to his senses, hurriedly straightened up and asked, "Third Young Master, what happened?"