Suddenly, a delicate white fingertip extended, directly poking into the dark muzzle of the gun.
"What is this?"
The girl's soft and sweet voice arose, her deep blue eyes full of curiosity and innocence.
Wen Xiao'ai looked up at Jun Moyan, very curious about the object in his hand.
He was holding it when Blood Crow appeared before.
It didn't look edible, nor did it appear to be something to play with.
A vein on Jun Moyan's forehead throbbed, his lips slightly pursed, his jaw clenched tight.
One hand, hanging by his side, was balled into a fist, while the hand holding the gun trembled slightly from the rage in his chest.
A pair of grim eyes stared intently at the girl on the bed, feigning ignorance and bewilderment.
"Don't play dumb with me. Speak up, who are you really, and how did you sneak into Wu Garden and climb onto my bed?"
"I am…" Wen Xiao'ai pulled back her little finger, about to say "I am Xiaoguai," but hesitated when the words reached her lips.
