"Alright then, let’s not come here anymore in the future. I don’t like you coming here."
"Okay, we won’t come anymore."
"And you’re not allowed to marry anyone else, you can only marry me."
"That’s more like it." Wen Xiao’ai smiled happily, let go of his hand, turned around, and jumped onto his back, climbing up.
"Let’s go home. Let’s go home and eat the food Xiaocha made."
"Okay." Jun Moyan picked her up.
"Jun Moyan, I’ll tell you a secret. I just cast a spell on Jun Wuyang so that annoying ghost will itch for seven days and nights." Wen Xiao’ai wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered smugly into his ear, her face full of mischief.
"Being naughty again."
This doting tone made Wen Xiao’ai feel even more cheerful.
"Hmph, scratch him to death. Who asked him to speak ill of you? It’s good I didn’t hit him. No one can bully you except for me. If anyone dares to bully you, I’ll beat them to death."
"Including your grandma. If it weren’t for her being your grandma and an old lady, I would definitely make her itch for a few days too."
"Didn’t you say that you demons shouldn’t use spells on humans indiscriminately and harm them? Would this affect you?"
"It should be fine. After all, that Jun Wuyang isn’t any good person. Isn’t there a phrase called ’acting for heaven’? It’s just a small punishment; it shouldn’t be that serious."
"Don’t use spells anymore in the future. To deal with those people, I’ll do it."
"But that person is Jun Wuyang, your older brother. Can you really do it? If you did, your grandma and your father would definitely talk about you."
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"Is it because he spoke ill of me that you want to cut off his tongue?" Wen Xiao’ai asked with a smile.
"Jun Moyan, you really do love Xiaoguai the most."
Wen Xiao’ai happily kissed Jun Moyan on the face.
Jun Moyan stopped in his tracks, freezing entirely, standing there dumbfounded.
"Why aren’t we moving?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, puzzled.
"Xiaoguai, what did you just... do?" Jun Moyan’s ears grew hot, and his heart rate shot up.
"What did I just do? I think I just kissed you. Is that called a kiss?" Wen Xiao’ai asked somewhat uncertainly.
"No reason, just can’t."
"Why can’t I? They do it all the time."
Upon hearing this, rage and a murderous intent surged in Jun Moyan’s heart.
Who taught Xiaoguai all these messy things?
"That thing called a TV. In it, the guy with short hair bought something tasty for the girl with long hair, and she happily kissed him several times. Then the guy with short hair was also really happy. What’s wrong, aren’t you happy?"
"Is it because I didn’t kiss you enough? Then I’ll kiss you a few more times." As Wen Xiao’ai spoke, she puckered her lips again and leaned towards Jun Moyan’s face.
Jun Moyan’s face darkened, and he became completely unsettled.
"Xiaoguai, no more kissing."
He quickly put Wen Xiao’ai down on the ground, making her stand properly, his face stern.
"Aren’t you supposed to watch cartoons? How come you’re watching those kinds of things?"
The thought of Wen Xiao’ai watching those dirty things made him wish he could go back and smash the TV.
He really needed to watch her twenty-four hours a day; the moment he didn’t, she watched something undesirable.