"Her master is right here with me, so why worry about not seeing the cat?" Jun Moyan's lips curled up in a thought-provoking faint smile, and his gaze upon Wen Xiao'ai grew increasingly gentle.
"Do you mean... you want to keep this person?"
"Mhm."
"Cough... Young Master, we've known each other for so many years, tell me honestly, have you taken a liking to this girl?" Qing Yi bravely asked.
Jun Moyan's hand, which had been caressing her face, paused momentarily in a brief lapse of concentration but quickly recovered, deliberately ignoring Qing Yi's banal query.
What does it matter if he has taken a liking to her or not? This little creature was raised by him, whether she's human, a cat, or a demon, she is his, Jun Moyan's!
Seeing Jun Moyan not responding, Qing Yi playfully suggested with a hint of innuendo, "Young Master, this girl looks rather young, one mustn't hurry, she still needs to be nurtured."