"What are you doing?" the drunkard looked at him.
"Don't touch anything recklessly." Jun Moyan gave the drunkard a warning glance, then withdrew his hand.
Turning his gaze towards Wen Xiao'ai, his eyes held a hint of displeasure.
Wen Xiao'ai was caught off guard by his sudden change.
In a flash, she seemed to realize something.
Then immediately, in retaliation, she slapped her paw on the back of the drunkard's hand, which was still suspended in mid-air, not yet withdrawn.
"Meow!" she called out unfriendly towards the drunkard.
Then, covering her own two small ears, she looked at Jun Moyan with a somewhat pitiful expression, as if to say, I promise not to let others touch my ears.
But... you can't touch them either.
"You little thing, quite spirited." The drunkard withdrew his hand, luckily he wasn't scratched, otherwise he would have to get vaccinated.
"Anything else? If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."
