Wen Xiao'ai withdrew her hand, moved her body inward, making a large space, and looked at him.
She said nothing.
Jun Moyan smiled, stood up on the bed, and lay down beside her with his clothes on.
Before he could pull her into his arms, Wen Xiao'ai snuggled into him first.
Jun Moyan embraced her, his chin resting on the top of her head, rubbing slightly.
With a gentle sigh full of guilt, he said, "The Netherworld is not like other places. It doesn't have the tasty food of the Human Realm, nor the beauty of the Cat Demon Clan, no living people, no color. There's nothing here, just countless Underworld Messengers and ghosts. You can't even see the sun; it's all dark everywhere, cold and bone-chilling all year round. It wrongs you."
He knew she definitely didn't like it.
"It's not wronging me. As long as I'm with Jun Moyan, anywhere is fine." Wen Xiao'ai embraced him, her small face burying into his chest.
Jun Moyan smiled and kissed the top of her head.
