Although Wen Xiao'ai managed to hold back her temper, she still couldn't resist waving her two little paws at the man in white.
A large hand covered her little head, gently rubbing it as if to soothe her.
Wen Xiao'ai turned back, lifting her small head and cried out at Jun Moyan, seemingly saying, "Control your man, or this princess will start hitting people."
The cry was clearly emotional, but the milky voice just made it impossible to get angry.
Her indignant expression, combined with those misty deep blue eyes, made Jun Moyan unable to help but curve his lips into a smile.
What a temper.
Yet, it was this shallow smile that once again made the man in white show an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
The third, Third Master... just smiled?
Heavens, there have been too many strange occurrences tonight...
If the man in white knew that Jun Moyan had smiled not only at a cat but more than once, he probably would have immediately gone to find a Mage to see if their Third Master was possessed.
Seeing the man in white still standing motionless, Jun Moyan's eyes gradually changed, and a fierce look suddenly appeared. He was quite displeased with the man's rambunctious and out-of-sorts behavior tonight.
"Well, aren't you going!"
"Yes, sir."
Seeing that Jun Moyan appeared to be on the verge of anger, the man in white immediately cast aside the mishmash of thoughts in his head, stood up straight with due respect, and quickly changed his demeanor.
Compared to those ghosts, he was more afraid of the man in front of him.
After all, the ones are merely minor ghosts, while the man before him is a presence even more terrifying than King Yan.
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The first-floor lobby.
One human and one cat just stared at each other like that, with the three bystanders watching eagerly, creating an indescribable air of awkwardness.
Wen Xiao'ai thought: Has this human never seen a cat before?
Or had he never seen a cat as pretty and cute as her?
Is his shocked expression really necessary?
The drunkard sat on the sofa, his beautiful, ornate eyes staring at the little milk cat on the table, covered in quite a few bloodstains, slightly suspecting he was really drunk and hallucinating.
He raised a hand to rub his eyes, then opened them wide again.
"You... came back to life?"
If the drunkard hadn't spoken, it would have been fine, but his breath was so full of the smell of alcohol that it nearly made Wen Xiao'ai faint.
Eugh, did this human eat poop?
"Ugh~" Wen Xiao'ai couldn't hold back.
She was already feeling dizzy from losing too much blood; the fumes were just too much to handle.
Qing Yi, standing nearby with a hand over his face, could hardly bear to look at this scene: This damn drunk must have snuck drinks again while he was laundering his clothes.
What was the point of brushing his teeth or using mouthwash?
Wen Xiao'ai stuck out her little tongue and retched a couple of times, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Stay away from her." Jun Moyan frowned slightly and spoke coldly from the side.
The drunkard glanced at him. "Nervous?"
Jun Moyan didn't bother to reply to such a pointless question.
"Really? Don't tell me it's that serious, you don't like these furry and annoying creatures, do you? Are you possessed?"
Hm? He dislikes furry and annoying things?
Wen Xiao'ai looked at Jun Moyan with her misty eyes as if asking: Is what he said true?
Jun Moyan met those deep blue eyes, now with a watery veil over them. Although he knew it was because of her retching that tears had welled up, it made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
He felt as if she was hurt by the drunkard's words.
His lips twitched slightly, the word "No" stuck in his throat, but in the end, he said it out loud.
He averted his gaze, avoiding the stare of those blue eyes.
He found it somewhat amusing that he had just wanted to explain and comfort a cat.
"Go check on her quickly." Jun Moyan came back to his senses and addressed the drunkard, who was still staring at him.