"With this thing disappearing, I don’t know if it’s good or bad. Ais doesn’t have that tattoo, probably hasn’t seen it either, so I’m not sure if the tattoo is related to the owner of the Blood Crow after all," Jun Moyan continued. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fiɾe·net
It seemed that for this month’s family banquet, he had to return to the Jun Family.
"Jun Moyan, have you felt any changes in your body these past few days?" Wen Xiao’ai asked.
After giving it some thought, Jun Moyan said, "In the days following the appearance of that tattoo, my spirits were particularly high and my senses were sharper than before, but these last two days, it seems to have reverted to how it was before."
The tattoo appeared, energy levels suddenly increased, the tattoo disappeared, and the energy weakened slowly, eventually returning to the original state.
"It seems that tattoo is related to the energy in you," Wen Xiao’ai whispered.
"Ah? Nothing." Wen Xiao’ai shook her head and suddenly wrapped her arms around Jun Moyan’s neck.
Seeing she seemed to have something to tell him, Jun Moyan cooperated by lowering his head.
Wen Xiao’ai leaned into his ear and said as if claiming credit, "Jun Moyan, I just cast a spell on that Ais. As soon as he contacts someone from the Demon Realm, I’ll know."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan immediately furrowed his brows and said in a grave voice, "Didn’t you say that it would be unsafe if people from the Demon Realm discovered you?"
"Don’t worry, it’s just a little spell. They won’t notice, I just want to know if the person behind Ais is really from the Demon Realm."
"You’re sure it won’t be discovered?"
"Hmm, relax already."
"You’re not allowed to do this again in the future."
Wen Xiao’ai obediently responded, but on seeing Jun Moyan’s ear, she suddenly got mischievous and bit down on his earlobe with her mouth.
Jun Moyan’s pupils contracted abruptly, his body jolted as if electrocuted, and then he stiffened up.
"...Xiaoguai," he said in a low, husky, magnetic voice.
Wen Xiao’ai, sensing his discomfort from his voice, hugged his neck tighter and bit down harder with a little force.
Jun Moyan’s brows slightly furrowed, his eyes darkened, and his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed twice, his breathing turning somewhat rapid.
A certain place in his heart felt as if it had been scratched a few times by Wen Xiao’ai’s cat claws, indescribably strange.
But it was really uncomfortable.
"Xiaoguai, don’t be naughty, let go now," Jun Moyan’s voice trembled slightly.
He thought about pushing her away but was afraid she would be upset later.
Wen Xiao’ai loosened her bite, and seeing two bite marks on his ear that was red hot, she giggled and said, "Jun Moyan, your ear is burning hot."
Jun Moyan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed quite a bit.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai, who was delightedly giggling, he reached out intending to pinch her ear as punishment, but she immediately covered her ears in fear, shaking her head and saying, "Not allowed."
Seeing her frightened expression, Jun Moyan found it both exasperating and funny, but mostly he felt helpless.
"You’re getting naughtier and naughtier."
Wen Xiao’ai, covering her little ears, laughed even more joyously upon seeing Jun Moyan at a loss with her.
She hugged Jun Moyan and looked up to ask, "Does it hurt to have your ear bitten?"
Of course it hurts, if it were her, not just a bite, even a touch would be uncomfortable.
"What do you think?" Jun Moyan raised his hand to touch his earlobe that had been bitten.
He had been completely disheveled just now.
His ears weren’t sensitive at all, so why did it feel like an electric shock when she bit him?
"It’s good that it hurts, biting your lips must hurt even more." Wen Xiao’ai gazed at his lips, wanting to be mischievous again.