Please Don't Stand On Ceremony!

Qiao Ying gritted her teeth and stared at him seriously. "Jun Moxie, don't you f*ck around with this thing! I solemnly ask of you—you must! You must… take good care of it! Even if you don't know how to nurture it, you need to at least let it continue staying in this box. As long as it's in a place with rich Spiritual Qi, it will be able to stay alive… If you really can't take care of it… you must send it back to me! Can you do that?"

Towards the end, her voice even carried a hint of begging. Such an attitude was like a mother sending her precious daughter off to be married…

Jun Moxie could feel the sincerity in her words, and he straightened his face and replied seriously. "Don't worry; the next time you see it, I guarantee that it will be doing much better than it is now!"