Looking at Wen Xiao'ai in his arms, unable to move, forced to get an injection, with tearful eyes, Jun Moyan couldn't describe the feeling inside his heart.
He always felt as if the needle was piercing his own heart, which was quite uncomfortable.
Shangguan Yu was right, after all, if one is to have a pet, one should own a large, fierce one.
With Xiaoguai being so cute and small, it was really heartbreaking to see it bumped and knocked around.
"Done," the female doctor withdrew the needle.
Yet, she was curious inside, how had it suddenly stopped struggling so completely?
Jun Moyan had wanted to ask the female doctor to draw some blood from Wen Xiao'ai for a test to see if there were any hidden illnesses.
But when he saw the look in Wen Xiao'ai's eyes, he really couldn't let it be pricked again.
Forget it, he'd find a drunkard to draw blood for a test next time.
Jun Moyan let go of its ears and gently soothed, "It's over now, does it hurt?"
