Looking at the little milk cat still asleep beside the pillow, Jun Moyan's mind became much clearer.
He touched his face that had been hurt by a slap, and Jun Moyan smiled helplessly.
He reached out and poked its little head:
"Even in sleep you can't stay still,"
"Quite energetic."
After patting its little head, Jun Moyan sat up, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Upon hearing the bathroom door close, Wen Xiao'ai, who had been pretending to sleep, quietly opened one eye, then the other.
Then she got up, her little paws rubbing her face, she made a face in the direction of the bathroom and stuck out her little tongue.
The chain on her wrist jingled because of her movement.
Wen Xiao'ai looked at the chain on her hand and thought about how Jun Moyan said he would only keep her, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable: Did I hit him too hard just now?
Jun Moyan usually dotes on her so much, yet she hit him, isn't that too heartless?
