He finally understood why all the women in the Capital City went crazy at the mention of the name Jun Moyan.
He considered himself a rare handsome guy, but compared to this man, he felt nothing but pressure and defeat.
As Jun Moyan approached, an invisible oppression began to envelop the area, immediately dominating the entire space.
It was as if everything here was under his feet.
Shangguan Yu knew it wasn’t deliberate on Jun Moyan’s part, but rather that he was naturally .
Aura is something you can’t see but can feel.
From the moment he entered the room, Jun Moyan’s gaze was fixed on the pink and white ball of fluff on the table that sat with a remarkably human-like posture.
Engrossed in her AD calcium milk, Wen Xiao’ai had been staring at the suddenly soul-lost Shangguan Yu, completely unaware of someone approaching from behind.
Only when that mysterious energy began to exert an enticing pull on her did Wen Xiao’ai realize.
She swiftly turned her head, and when she saw who it was, Wen Xiao’ai froze.
Before encountering this person, she had never known someone could wear a black shirt so appealingly, so stylishly.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai’s unblinking stare, Jun Moyan halted in front of her,
looking down at her from above.
Wen Xiao’ai looked up with her fuzzy little head, seemingly forgetting everything else and just staring at him as if entranced.
Everyone likes beautiful things, and she was no exception.
It wasn’t that she was infatuated, but rather that looking at him made her happy, a feast for her eyes.
After ten or twenty seconds passed, Jun Moyan’s lips twitched slightly, and he murmured:
"Do you find me good-looking?"
His voice was as cold as ever, void of any emotion or feeling.
But only he knew that he had tried his best to restrain his own aura...
Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help feeling a shiver, and after coming back to her senses, she couldn’t resist swallowing.
Although he was good-looking, she was still a bit afraid of him.
Especially now, with him looking down on her , she felt almost unable to breathe.
With cat-like courage, Wen Xiao’ai tentatively stretched out two tender little paws towards him, meowing softly:
That milky meow melted Shangguan Yu’s heart,
especially the way it looked like it was asking Jun Moyan for a hug, utterly adorable.
If it weren’t for Jun Moyan’s presence, Shangguan Yu would have scooped her up long ago.
This difference in treatment was just too vast.
Where did the temperament she displayed towards him go?
Could this cat be swayed by appearances?
Jun Moyan looked at her, hesitated for a moment, but finally bent down and picked up her tiny body.
Then he sat down on the couch, leaning back.
Seeing that he was willing to hold her, Wen Xiao’ai felt a little thrill.
She lay comfortably on his sturdy abdomen, drawing in his energy contentedly and squinting her eyes.
Jun Moyan smoothed the fur of the little creature in his arms.
Shangguan Yu, watching this scene, was so astounded that he opened his mouth wide.
Although Xiaocha had mentioned that the kitten was raised by Jun Moyan, he had not expected, nor could he imagine, that Jun Moyan would be so affectionate with this little kitten.
To think he would let it lie on him and even smooth its fur... It was an utterly astonishing, spine-chilling tale.
"Aren’t you... afraid it will shed?" he asked. Wasn’t he usually very annoyed by things that shed and stuck to people?
Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes a slit and gave Shangguan Yu a look that clearly said: You’re the one who sheds.
She was a Cat Demon, not a common cat.
Jun Moyan lowered his eyes to the kitten lying on him, without lifting his gaze, he replied indifferently:
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And besides, it doesn’t seem to shed much.