Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 933: Feng Liyan Dislikes Jun Moyan’s Clothes

Those were eyes that could capture a soul and enchant a spirit, deep gray eyes, unlike Wen Xiao’ai’s clear ocean-like gaze, nor like Jun Moyan’s deep and mysterious demeanor.

A unique eye color, seeming to harbor countless secrets, allowing anyone who glanced at them to become entranced. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Eyes that were utterly indescribable with words.

The room was pitch-black, yet it couldn’t hide the light in his eyes at all.

"Feng Liyan."

As soon as Feng Liyan opened his eyes, he was tackled onto the bed by Wen Xiao’ai beside him.

Wen Xiao’ai hugged Feng Liyan’s neck, her little face constantly rubbing against his neck with excitement.

"You little rascal, no ladylike manners at all." Feng Liyan’s laughing voice rang out, his sexy tone intoxicating like peach blossom wine, with an unmistakable affection that made people feel good.

No one would be disappointed; this voice did not fall short of his face.

Feng Liyan raised his hand and rubbed the small head that kept nuzzling against his neck.

If Jun Moyan saw this scene...the consequences were unimaginable.

"Alright, alright, you’re all grown up, yet still acting like a child."

It took a while for Wen Xiao’ai to climb off Feng Liyan.

Feng Liyan sat up with her, reaching out to tidy her somewhat disheveled long hair.

The intimate gesture felt so natural.

"Medicine King, how are you feeling now?"

"Pretty good. Within half a month, my mana should recover by fifty to sixty percent."

"That’s great." Wen Xiao’ai cheered and hugged Feng Liyan again, yet with too much force, pushing him back onto the bed.

"Ouch, you’re crushing me, sweetie." Feng Liyan laughed and patted her back.

"Hehe, I’m just too happy." Wen Xiao’ai giggled and climbed off him again.

After sitting up, she tried to help pull Feng Liyan up, not paying much attention, tugging on his belt as it seemed stuck.

Feng Liyan got up in fright: "Little ancestor, don’t pull, you’ll pull my pants down."

This little girl was still as playful as ever.

"It’s not that easy to pull them down." Wen Xiao’ai dismissed.

"Mind your manners, young lady, or the Clan Leader will say Ye Qi and I didn’t raise you well again."

"Hmph~" Wen Xiao’ai pouted.

"Gurgle~"

A hungry protest came from her stomach.

Wen Xiao’ai patted her growling stomach and looked at Feng Liyan: "Hungry~"

"Let’s eat." Feng Liyan immediately got off the bed.

Wen Xiao’ai followed him off the bed, and just as she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a moment."

"What’s up?"

"Your clothes, and that hair." Wen Xiao’ai reached out and tugged a lock of Feng Liyan’s black hair.

"This outfit won’t do, got to change." Wen Xiao’ai said, turning around to find clothes for Feng Liyan.

She returned shortly with Jun Moyan’s clothes and pants.

"Here, wear Jun Moyan’s, and change your hair too."

Feng Liyan glanced down at the clothes in Wen Xiao’ai’s hand, his eyes full of disdain, unwilling to reach for them.

"I don’t want his."

"Why not?"

"It’s ugly!" Feng Liyan’s face was full of arrogance and disdain.

"What’s ugly? It’s obviously good-looking, isn’t it? Do you have an eye problem?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at the clothes in her hand, clearly observing that they looked nice, especially when Jun Moyan wore them.

"Hey, how can you talk like that, little girl? Anyway, I just won’t wear his. I’d rather go out bare-chested than wear his."