Wen Xiao'ai lay on his chest, wondering if he was really angry.
Her little paws scratched at his chest unintentionally, through the thin fabric, again and again.
She didn't realize it, but Jun Moyan was becoming somewhat intolerant of it.
His hand precisely and firmly held down the restless little paw on his chest, and his voice followed:
"Xiaoguai, go to sleep."
His voice was neither light nor heavy, very indifferent.
This made Wen Xiao'ai even more certain that his mood wasn't good at the moment.
Wen Xiao'ai withdrew her little paw from between his hand and chest.
She got up, stepping directly on him, and moved to the area around his neck.
She stretched out two paws, wrapped them around his neck, and rubbed her furry little head against his neck in a coquettish way.
The chain in her hand rested against Jun Moyan's neck, cool to the touch.
"Meow~"
Don't be angry, in the future I won't drink alcohol given by ghosts, and of course, I won't drink yours either.
