Wen Xiao’ai nestled against Jun Moyan’s neck, extending her two fluffy little paws, rubbing against Jun Moyan’s chin incessantly.
The adorable little kitten voice sounded, possibly due to crying too much earlier, it carried a hint of nasal tone, making it sound even cuter.
Jun Moyan raised his hand to stroke the fluffy little ball, smoothing her fur.
He couldn’t help but recall the scene when he first took her home.
Back then, she was very afraid of him and knew how to please him to gain stability.
But Xiaoguai, after all, is Xiaoguai, the Little Princess’s temper was hard to hide, and she soon dared to throw tantrums with him.
Until now, it turned into him being afraid of her.
Jun Moyan reminisced about the past, from bringing her home, becoming familiar with each other, getting used to each other, then to pampering her, loving her, to her regaining her human form, and all the sweetness that followed, it all felt like a dreamlike unreality.
If he hadn’t softened and taken her home, letting her die and come back to life on her own and return to the Demon Realm, without any intersection between them, then she would still be that carefree Princess now, and wouldn’t he still be that Jun Moyan who couldn’t even smile, perhaps never able to feel emotions?
At this thought, Jun Moyan slightly frowned.
Because just thinking about it , he already felt heartache.
If you never own it, it stays indifferent.
But once you own it, even such assumptions you dare not think about.
After meeting Xiaoguai, the warmth and happiness she brought him were something he never had before.
Walking out from the darkness, feeling the light, he no longer wished to return to the dark.
He was very afraid, afraid that he would be pushed back into that darkness.
Though long accustomed to the darkness, after losing Xiaoguai, the darkness was no longer just darkness, it was hell.
Losing Xiaoguai, he wouldn’t be as strong as he once was.
Jun Moyan couldn’t help but call out to her.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai immediately responded to him, her little paws hugging Jun Moyan’s chin even tighter, her fluffy little head almost getting squished out of shape.
Upon hearing Jun Moyan’s words, Wen Xiao’ai hugged him even tighter.
"Not , I can’t hug you ."
As soon as Jun Moyan spoke, the next moment he felt a weight on him.
Jun Moyan reached out, holding the human form of Wen Xiao’ai.
He liked holding her , liked the feeling of being filled by her both in his arms and in his heart.
Jun Moyan’s dependence on Wen Xiao’ai was actually no less than Wen Xiao’ai’s dependence on him.
After all, when you really like someone, you wish you could keep her by your side every day, unwilling to part with her even for a moment.
That night, Jun Moyan stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
And Wen Xiao’ai as well.
For fear that Ye Qi might come, afraid that Jun Moyan would suddenly leave, she did not dare to sleep all night, just lay on Jun Moyan like that the whole night.
Not even daring to change position because she was afraid of waking Jun Moyan, afraid that after waking him suddenly he might change his mind.
Finally, dawn broke, and Wen Xiao’ai finally endured through that night of fear and anxiety.
Everything was peaceful for the night, Jun Moyan staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.
Indeed, there were a few moments when he hoped Ye Qi might show up and take Wen Xiao’ai away.
This night was filled with his internal conflict, but he was very clear about his own heart, with Ye Qi not appearing, more than anything, he felt relieved. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel_fіre.net
Knowing well that the future is short, yet still attached to this little bit of happiness before him.
The person on him moved tentatively.