"Bring me my pen."
Jun Moyan was holding the mouse with one hand, not looking at Wen Xiao'ai as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the computer screen instead.
Wen Xiao'ai grabbed the pen she had previously thrown at the drunkard and placed it beside him.
Then she ran back, picked up her milk bottle, and looked at him with eyes full of anticipation.
Jun Moyan glanced up at it and finally picked it up and placed it on his lap.
The input of energy made Wen Xiao'ai feel much better.
Oh, healing this wound was so suffocating.
"Afraid I'll get angry?" he suddenly asked.
"Meow~" Of course.
Hmph, back in the Demon Clan, everyone was afraid she would get angry and thought of all sorts of ways to make her happy. Even when she got angry, they would coax her. How come everything changed here?
It really is a turn of fate.
"Did you remember what I said?" Jun Moyan looked at it.
"Meow meow."
Wen Xiao'ai nodded, she remembered, she must protect her ears well, not letting anyone touch them.
