Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Huh?" Tsing Yi was taken aback.

After blinking, a little confused, he subconsciously asked: "Me? Face the wall? Why?"

"Do you have questions?"

"No, no, go right away." Tsing Yi wilted out of the room and closed the door.

Somewhat inexplicable.

Damn, who can tell him what happened? What is going on?

The Third Young Master wouldn't have been punished by Xiao Gu to stand, his heart is unbalanced, and he happened to be hit by his embarrassment, so he avenged him?

This self-esteem is harder than steel... can't afford to

Jun Moyan closed the door and went to the bed, looking at the little cat drinking milk on the bed.

"Is this down? My face is completely ashamed."

Obviously with a bit of complaining and complaining tone, but the eyes and the small smile at the corners of the mouth are clearly the taste of petting.

"Meow~"

Hmph, you still know that you want face, why don't you care about my face when you usually punish me?

If you want a face, don't I want it?

"Sorry?"

"Meow." Wen Xiaoai twisted his head.

"Full of gas?"

"Meow." Wen Xiaoai nodded, yes, just full of gas.

You have only been standing for ten minutes, and my anger hasn't disappeared yet.

"Since I'm full, I'm going to eat by myself." Jun Moyan said and was about to leave.

"Meow." Wen Xiaoai immediately stopped him when he heard it.

You stop for this princess.

"Is there anything else?" Jun Mo Yan looked at it with a smile.

"Meow."

Wen Xiaoai pushed away the bottle in his arms and stretched out two small paws towards him.

"What are you doing?"

"Meow meow."

Don't pretend you don't know.

Stand! engraved! horse! on! hold! I! go with! eat! rice!

"Come down by yourself."

"Meow." Wen Xiaoai shook his head and continued to stretch out his paw.

No, I want you to hug me.

"..." Jun Moyan was indifferent, wanting to see how it would make trouble next.

"Meow."

Wen Xiaoai screamed angrily, then got up and rushed towards Jun Moyan without saying a word.

Jun Mo Yan was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the little milk cat that was throwing in his arms.

After holding Wen Xiaoai steadily, he stretched out his hand and slapped her little butt.

"You are really getting more and more naughty and bold, and you are not afraid of falling."

"Meow."

I hate it, don't spank me.

Wen Xiaoai touched his **** and stared at him angrily.

Jun Moyan hugged it and went downstairs, the little dumpling in his arms looked left and right with his big eyes open.

"Don't look at it, it's all sent away, you have a cat at home, and no one will send a cat in the future." Jun Moyan touched its little head.

"Meow~"

Humph, it's almost the same.

Today is really embarrassing. If the people know that she is fighting with a low-level cat who can't practice in the human world, she won't be able to laugh at her.

Wen Xiaoai thought that this matter must not be spread, otherwise she would not dare to go out after returning to the demon world~

The drunkard turned over, stretched out yawning, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but saw a person standing in the corner behind the door.

The alcoholic rubbed his eyes with his hands, and when he saw the scene behind the door, the alcoholic was a little strange.

"Hey, what are you doing there?"

"Facing the wall..." Tsing Yi's weak voice sounded.

"Face the wall? Why face the wall?"

The drunkard sat up on the bed and reached out to grab the wine gourd on the bedside table.

"There is a bowl of noodles on the table. Drink it after eating it." Tsing Yi didn't look back, as if eyes grew behind her head.

The alcoholic looked at the bowl of noodles on the computer table, and then at the wine gourd in his hand.