Jun Moyan got out of bed, only to see his service gun lying on the ground.
He picked it up, puzzled, and instinctively checked the bullets in the magazine.
"Xiaoguai, what’s up with this gun? How did it end up here?"
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the gun in his hand, her eyes somewhat frantic.
She had forgotten about this thing.
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Wen Xiao’ai, feeling guilty, struggled to speak clearly as she looked at Jun Moyan.
Hearing that she had played with the gun, Jun Moyan’s heart skipped a beat fiercely.
Then he sternly said, "This thing is very dangerous, you can’t just play around with it. What if you hurt yourself?"
"I won’t play with it anymore," Wen Xiao’ai immediately waved her little hands, looking obedient.
Seeing her like that, Jun Moyan couldn’t utter a scolding word.
"It’s a good thing you didn’t hurt yourself, otherwise I would have definitely punished you severely."
"Did Qing Yi hear the gunshot?"
"Why didn’t he know to put the gun away, and how come nobody thought to clean the room?" Jun Moyan rebuked, then put away the gun.
He took some clothes and prepared to go take a shower.
"Behave yourself, no mischief."
"Okay," Wen Xiao’ai nodded obediently.
Feeling someone continuously slapping his face, Qing Yi frowned, then slowly opened his eyes.
When he recognized that the person hitting his face was the drunkard, the anger and killing intent in his heart immediately dissipated.
He sat up from the bed, shaking his somewhat groggy head.
"Turns out you weren’t asleep, you were really knocked out," said the drunkard as he sat down beside the bed.
"Knocked out? What happened to me?" Qing Yi looked at the drunkard, completely baffled, having no idea why he had passed out.
He distinctly remembered that he had been researching something.
The drunkard suddenly leaned closer, looking at Qing Yi: "You... really don’t remember what happened?"
The sudden proximity made Qing Yi’s heart skip a beat, as he looked at the face only a few centimeters from his own, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice, his gaze notably shifting.
"...I don’t remember, did something happen?"
The drunkard pursed his lips, said nothing, and went to pour a cup of warm water for Qing Yi.
"You’re physically fine, must be just over-tired recently. Make sure to rest more, don’t work so hard."
"Yes." Qing Yi took the water glass and responded.
"By the way, what’s with that young girl by Jun’s side? Is she really the cat’s owner?" the drunkard asked casually.
"What does that mean?"
"I’m not too clear myself." Qing Yi briefly explained how Wen Xiao’ai showed up in Jun Moyan’s bed, how Jun Moyan had flown into a rage but then let her go as a test, followed her, and then brought her back.
"Oh..." After hearing it, the drunkard just responded with an "Oh," seemingly uninterested.
"By the way, what about that cat, haven’t seen it around, I really liked that little guy."
"Sir said Xiaoguai is at Ms. Wen’s place, you know what, I kind of miss Xiaoguai too," Qing Yi said with a smile.
"Why, you like cats? I could get one for you to keep?" Qing Yi offered.
"It’s okay, I don’t like them that much, it’s just that the little guy is very pretty, especially those eyes, they make one quite fond," said the drunkard.
"Yes, Xiaoguai is the most attractive cat I’ve seen. They say that pets reflect their owners, and I really believe Ms. Wen is Xiaoguai’s owner, their temperaments and even their eyes are so similar."
"Yes, they do look alike, exactly the same," the drunkard said meaningfully.