"Really want to eat?"
Wen Xiao’ai nodded, "Yes."
Jun Moyan, with no other option, cut up the remaining steak and pushed the plate towards her.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai took a small bite and found it quite tasty.
After eating several small pieces, Jun Moyan reached to take her plate away, "Alright, you can’t eat too much." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
Wen Xiao’ai’s two little paws clung desperately to the rim of the plate, "Meow~"
She hadn’t had enough yet.
"You’ll get a stomachache if you eat too much."
After a standoff lasting several seconds, Wen Xiao’ai still refused to let go, so Jun Moyan could only release his hand.
He quietly watched her eat.
Minutes later, Wen Xiao’ai lay on the table with her round belly puffed up, too full to move.
In fact, she hadn’t had her fill yet, but her small body simply couldn’t hold any more.
Jun Moyan stretched out a slender white finger and poked her round belly.
Wen Xiao’ai glared at him resentfully, "You could’ve stopped me a bit, now I’m too stuffed."
"Not full yet? Want to order another portion?" Jun Moyan raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai shook her head.
"Since you don’t want more, let’s go," he said, standing up and moving to leave.
Wen Xiao’ai, who was lying down, waited for Jun Moyan to hold her, but after a while, he didn’t come to pick her up.
When she turned her head, he was almost at the door.
Wen Xiao’ai suddenly felt panicked.
Hey, you’ve forgotten about me, I’m still here.
Jun Moyan stopped, turned around, and looked at Wen Xiao’ai who was too full to want to move, "Come down yourself and walk, it’ll help you digest."
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai struggled to sit up and reached out her two little paws towards Jun Moyan.
No, I can’t walk, I need to be held.
"Walk by yourself," Jun Moyan said in a somewhat stern voice.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, her little paws tightening and loosening as she looked at him eagerly, begging to be held.
Annoying, he suddenly stopped holding me again, changing his mind so quickly.
"Shall I hold you instead?" Qing Yi, who had just returned from settling the bill, was about to come forward to pick up Wen Xiao’ai.
But before he could reach the table, a fierce glare struck the back of his head, as if intending to split his brain in two.
Qing Yi felt a chill at the back of his neck, as if a blade was against it, his calves trembling slightly.
Swallowing hard, he quickly moved aside with a clear understanding of the situation.
Having worked alongside the young master for so many years, Qing Yi admitted he still couldn’t fully grasp his personality and temper.
Jun Moyan withdrew his gaze indifferently and looked again at Wen Xiao’ai who was coquettishly begging to be held. He said with a meaningful tone:
"Shall Qing Yi hold you, or what?"
Qing Yi shivered again, sneaking a glance at Jun Moyan.
Young Master, what do you mean by this? Are you telling me to hold her or not?
And the tone of your voice, why do I feel there’s a bit... of a mood in it?
He had a feeling that if Xiaoguai nodded in agreement, he was likely to be in trouble...
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at Qing Yi and decisively shook her head, then continued to extend her paws toward Jun Moyan.
No, I want only you to hold me.
You just promised a reward, and now you won’t even hold me.
Fickle man, utterly terrible.
Seeing her shake her head, Jun Moyan’s expression softened slightly.
He still stood there, unmoved.
Wen Xiao’ai, feeling a bit anxious, withdrew her paws and moved to the edge of the table, eying the height of the table and the chair beside it, before retreating back to her small spot.
The height wasn’t the issue; it was that her stomach was too full. If she truly jumped a bit, all her organs would bounce around inside, which would be very uncomfortable.