Jun Moyan stroked its little head, "If you still feel aggrieved, you can continue crying when you have time later."
Qing Yi: "Third Young Master has a rather unique way of comforting people, no, comforting a cat."
It's the first time I've seen crying being scheduled in two sessions.
Wen Xiao'ai sniffed her pink little nose, tucked her face close to his clothes, and rubbed all her tears and snot on them.
You think I'm willing to cry like this without dignity?
You think I cry just because of a few scoldings from you?
I am crying because I miss home, alright?
Don't flatter yourself thinking you're all that important!
Jun Moyan's forehead slightly protruded, why did he feel like he had picked up a child to take care of...
He turned his head and glanced toward Qing Yi: "Qing Yi."
Qing Yi understood, immediately went behind Jun Wuchen, and pushed Jun Wuchen away from the French window...
"Meow~"
