Upon hearing that the man was coming back, Wen Xiao’ai squinted her eyes, and her mood also improved.
With her mood brightened, her two little ears started to move again.
Shangguan Yu noticed her twitching little ears and found them irresistibly cute, unable to resist reaching out to pinch them.
But before his hand could touch her, Wen Xiao’ai glared at him.
That look seemed to say, "Dare to touch and see what happens?"
Shangguan Yu laughed somewhat awkwardly, then switched to grabbing some chips to eat.
He ate his chips, she drank "his" AD calcium milk.
He spoke to entertain her, she responded indifferently.
Half an hour later, Shangguan Yu couldn’t resist and started poking her little paws with his fingers now and then.
"Hey, look, we’re so close now, let me hug you," Shangguan Yu suggested in a negotiating tone.
After spending more than half an hour together, he felt that the cat was completely smart enough to understand human speech.
Of course, she also had quite the temper.
Proud and haughty, one couldn’t be forceful with her.
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at him and shifted her little body sideways while holding her AD calcium milk, indicating her refusal.
Who said we’re close?
So shameless, always blabbering, so talkative.
Even talking about keeping her, taking her on the run, she would surely be annoyed by him sooner or later.
Was he really that disliked?
To be looked down upon by a cat.
But considering how cute you are, I won’t hold it against you.
"Don’t be so stingy, just one hug."
Shangguan Yu continued to negotiate, poking her little legs again as he spoke.
Wen Xiao’ai shifted her body again, almost turning her back entirely to him.
"Alright, if you won’t let me hug you, then at least turn back around," he said.
"It’s really rude to show your back to someone, you know. Cats are noble creatures that are supposed to be polite."
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Seeing that she not only understood such a long sentence but also turned back, Shangguan Yu couldn’t resist asking:
"Can you really understand human speech?"
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at him, not wanting to deal with him.
"When your owner comes back later, I’ll ask him for you, and you’ll be with me after that. How about it? You can have AD calcium milk every day with me."
"I knew you were so smart; your taste must be good too. Staying with that Jun Moyan is really dangerous," Shangguan Yu grew more enthusiastic as he spoke: "His mood shifts unpredictably, and when he gets angry, he’s like King Yan, not giving face to..."
While talking, Shangguan Yu suddenly choked up,
his eyes fixed on the black slender silhouette that walked through the doorway; he couldn’t continue his sentence anymore.
Just watching as that black figure came closer and closer...
The figure wore a simple black shirt, the top two buttons slightly open revealing a delicately sculpted collarbone and pale neck.
The cuffs were rolled up, showing off half of his pale, strong arms, a black belt tightly cinched at his waist accentuating his lean torso,
and his long legs appeared even longer under black trousers.
His inherent nobility made this simple attire, this monochrome color, appear so extraordinary on him.
He had a preference for black, just like his personality.
His face seemed sculpted from thousand-year-old Antarctic ice.
Every contour, every line, was painstakingly sculpted by heaven, wicked, wild, exquisite to perfection.
Yet they bore an eternal chill, an unshakeable shadow.
In his eyes, there always lay a cold indifference to strangers.
Shangguan Yu’s gaze was entirely captured by Jun Moyan.