Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1089: He Loved Her for Centuries, Yet Still Lost to Jun Moyan’s Few Months
Ye Qi silently asked a question in his heart.
He sighed slightly, bent over, and reached out to grab the quilt covering her, intending to pull it up higher for her.
However, just as he lifted the corner of the quilt, he realized that Wen Xiao’ai seemed to be holding something in her arms.
He then lifted the quilt a bit more.
Sure enough, she was holding something.
A white... pillow?
Yes, it was a pillow.
The moment he saw the pillow, Ye Qi understood in his heart.
But he was not willing to give up.
He insisted on checking the scent lingering on the pillow.
The result was naturally self-inflicted pain.
Ye Qi withdrew his hand from the pillow, looking at Wen Xiao’ai tightly holding onto it. The hand clutching the quilt tightened continuously, and his jaw clenched, his delicate chin tensed.
He reached out, grabbing the pillow, trying to pull it away from her arms, yet Wen Xiao’ai held it even tighter, curling up insecurely, burying her little face into the pillow.
This instinctive reaction of Wen Xiao’ai’s slashed sharply through Ye Qi’s heart.
No wonder she insisted on going to the Human Realm in such a situation, no wonder she was so happy when he agreed, no wonder she stayed in the Human Realm for so long without returning, no wonder she avoided his gaze, no wonder...
It wasn’t mere overthinking on his part; after more than six months of separation, there truly was a distance between them.
For a moment, Ye Qi became particularly sensitive. Even the last time Wen Xiao’ai hugged him but then quickly let go, he felt petty.
He slowly squatted down, reaching out to gently tuck back the hair covering Wen Xiao’ai’s face, with a tenderness as if handling a rare treasure.
Noticing the bracelet on her wrist, Ye Qi’s movements slightly stalled.
He stared at that bracelet, his gaze darkening.
"...Jun Moyan..."
The soft murmur carrying a hint of emotion suddenly sounded, making Ye Qi’s stiff hand tremble.
The hurt in his eyes was heartbreaking.
"Jun Moyan..."
Ye Qi’s eyes warmed, his heart bleeding.
His fist clenched tightly once more.
He steadied his hand, withdrawing it from above Wen Xiao’ai’s little face.
He just looked at her.
To say he wasn’t sad, upset, or jealous would be a lie, but it hadn’t reached the point of despair.
Perhaps it’s because he’s been with Wen Xiao’ai for hundreds of years, caring for her all this time, giving him more confidence than any rival.
Moreover, in Ye Qi’s view, Wen Xiao’ai doesn’t understand love at all. He had loved her for hundreds of years, and she didn’t understand. He couldn’t believe that man made her understand and fall deeply in love within just a few months.
He didn’t believe it.
Feng Liyan had only briefly mentioned the matters between Wen Xiao’ai and Jun Moyan earlier.
Of course, whether Feng Liyan’s simplicity was due to the nature of their relationship being so, or to spare him from heartbreak, was unknown.
Just like his father said.
Xiao’ai is now a Cat Demon, not only the wife he, Ye Qi, chose from a young age but also the one recognized by the entire Cat Demon Clan.
All sorts of self-consolation greatly reduced the extent of Ye Qi’s hurt.
Instead of being sad, Ye Qi was more worried about Wen Xiao’ai’s safety.
Neither the Soul-suppressing Beast nor the Demon Lord Nie Jiuque was anything but dangerous.
If they were to war over her again, the one who would undoubtedly be hurt was Xiao’ai...
Of all beings, why did it have to be the Soul-suppressing Beast?
The current situation was indeed more complex and severe than a thousand years ago.
Ye Qi only wanted to be selfish for once, hoping that Nie Jiuque would never regain his strength, hoping that after the Soul-suppressing Beast awakened, it wouldn’t harbor feelings for Xiao’ai like Jun Moyan did.
