Looking at the broken milk bottle on the ground, and the milk spilled everywhere, Wen Xiao’ai became even angrier. With her small hand on her hip, she huffed and puffed:
"Next time I see it, I’m going to catch it and then pluck all its fur out, and roast it for a meal."
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai so upset, Jun Moyan said with a grave expression, "Xiaoguai, did you just expose your identity? Are you in danger now?"
"It’s not that I exposed my identity, but that they’ve found me a long time ago. They came just to kill me." Wen Xiao’ai was even more curious as to what the people from the Demon Realm were doing in the Human Realm.
How dare they brazenly kill demons in the Human Realm with such impunity and without any fear of reprisal?
"They must have realized that I found out about their arrival in the Human Realm, feared that I would go back and tell my clan and the other realms, so they wanted to silence me."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan began to worry.
"So they must have done something bad, otherwise why would they be afraid of being discovered?"
"Now? Now, of course, is..."
Suddenly smiling, Wen Xiao’ai hugged Jun Moyan’s waist tightly, "Of course now is the time to quickly repair the inner core."
"Repair the inner core? But why are you hugging me?"
"To repair the inner core."
As she spoke, Wen Xiao’ai rubbed her little face against his chest, showing no signs of fear from the recent battle.
Wen Xiao’ai liked to stick to him and hug him, and without overthinking, Jun Moyan assumed it was just her simple habit of wanting to hold him.
He reached down to pat her little head, and Jun Moyan asked, "Xiaoguai, were you scared just now?"
"Scared? What’s there to be scared of?"
"They came to kill you."
"I know, but would they let me go if I were scared?"
Jun Moyan had always thought of her as a playful, noisy, gluttonous child who loved to act spoiled and clingy. But now, it seemed her courage was even greater than her appetite.
Yet, despite her fearlessness in the face of life and death, it only made him feel more heartache.
Jun Moyan frowned slightly as he looked at the broken balcony door and the glaring bloodstains, looking quite upset.
As he glanced down at the little head that reached just to his chin and felt her cheek pressed against his heart, Jun Moyan began to struggle internally.
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Eventually, as if he had made up his mind, he gripped Wen Xiao’ai’s shoulders with both hands and pushed her away from himself; then, he leaned slightly to look at her.
"What’s wrong?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, puzzled.
Jun Moyan pressed his lips together, hesitated for a long time, but eventually said:
"... Xiaoguai, how about I take you home?"
As he said this, Jun Moyan felt terrible, the sense of reluctance far greater than he had imagined.
He began to feel distressed.
Indeed, it was distressing.
Because he didn’t want to send her away, he just wanted to keep her with him always.
Before, there was only his grandfather and his second elder brother, Shangguan Yu, as well as a group of subordinates who were more like brothers and friends. And now, he had someone else who caused him even more concern.
"Take me home? Back to the Demon Realm?"
Jun Moyan looked at her face for a good while before finally nodding reluctantly and against his will, "... Yeah."
"Why? You don’t want me anymore?"
Wen Xiao’ai suddenly felt very insecure, she reached out her small hand to grab his clothes, looking at him nervously and fearfully.
Wen Xiao’ai’s words "You don’t want me anymore" twisted Jun Moyan’s heart, stirring up indescribable emotions inside him.
But he had no choice.