Jun Moyan didn’t care, but as he lifted his head and saw the closed bathroom door, his words changed, "Have you no shame?"
"No! I want!" Shangguan Yu, with his legs draped over the office desk, sat in the swivel chair, idly spinning.
"Are you coming or not?"
Jun Moyan’s brows lightly furrowed, then a mischievous glint of retribution flashed through his eyes, and with a smile tugging at his lips, he asked, "When?"
"Next Saturday night."
"Alright, I’ll definitely be there."
"Really?" Shangguan Yu was a bit surprised, he hadn’t expected this tactic to actually work.
"Good brother, if you can’t find a wife, I’ll just stay single with you."
"Heh..." Jun Moyan laughed dismissively.
"Jun Moyan, I’m dressed now." The bathroom door opened, and Wen Xiao’ai came running out.
Jun Moyan hung up the call, leaving Shangguan Yu across from him with a bewildered face.
Shangguan Yu blinked his eyes, looked at his phone, then mumbled confusedly, "I must have heard wrong..."
Wen Xiao’ai ran up to Jun Moyan and happily twirled in front of him. Then, with her hands clasped behind her back and a face full of anticipation, she asked, "Jun Moyan, does this look good on me?"
A trace of amazement flickered in Jun Moyan’s eyes as he looked Wen Xiao’ai up and down.
A simple light blue knee-length dress with a few white ginkgo leaves embellishing the left shoulder, simple yet quietly elegant.
Although Wen Xiao’ai was thin, all the right areas were developed just perfectly, and the waist-tightened dress accentuated her figure.
Simple white sneakers, exposing half of her delicate calves, gave off a vibrant and youthful vibe.
Possibly because she was a demon who had practiced spells from a young age to refine her true form, Wen Xiao’ai’s skin was enviably flawless, and she radiated a charisma that exceeded that of ordinary mortals and drew people’s gaze.
Deep blue eyes, playful fangs, a charming smile — Jun Moyan was lost in trance.
Seeing that Jun Moyan was staring at her without speaking, Wen Xiao’ai asked again, "Does it look good?"
"...It looks good." Jun Moyan came back to his senses and replied somewhat stiffly. Thıs content belongs to ⓝovelFire.net
"Is it just good-looking, or is it especially good-looking?"
"...Especially good-looking."
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes crinkled with a smile, and she twirled happily in front of Jun Moyan again, "Jun Moyan, did you pick out these clothes for me? The undergarment fits just right."
"..." Jun Moyan’s ears heated up. Looking at Wen Xiao’ai’s innocent face as she spoke, he remembered the soft touch from when she lay on top of him last night...
Jun Moyan’s heartbeat quickened, and he quickly turned to grab her baby bottle, "...Let’s go downstairs to eat."
"Okay." Wen Xiao’ai stepped forward and naturally wrapped her arm around one of Jun Moyan’s.
They were about to leave the room when something caught her eye behind the door~
Wen Xiao’ai let the smile on her face fade, stopped in her tracks, and looked at the corner by the wall, then back at Jun Moyan.
Seeing no reaction from Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai glanced at the corner again, then back at him, her small face serious.
"Stand after dinner."
Jun Moyan said decisively, without changing his expression.
Knowing that he had wronged her yesterday and caused her fear all day, indeed, he should reflect on his behavior.
Wen Xiao’ai held back a laugh, "Then this time, you can stand after dinner. Next time, you’ll have to stand on an empty stomach."
"There won’t be a next time." He wouldn’t upset her again.
"That’s more like it." Wen Xiao’ai immediately smiled again, pulled Jun Moyan, and left the room to go downstairs for food.