Chapter 887: Chapter 887

My memory is just awful.

"Third Young Master..."

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Wen Xiao’ai followed up with a shout at the white-clad man.

Clearly aware that he brought a cat home.

Dare to bring another cat back, is it trying to steal milk from this Princess?! Or trying to steal Jun Moyan?!

Originally nestled snugly in a hug, Feng Liyan was willing to stay that way to avoid meeting that Xiaoguai, but upon hearing the cat’s meow, his eyes widened abruptly.

Wen Xiao’ai’s cat meow sounded in Feng Liyan’s ears not as a "meow" but as the words "take it out."

Feng Liyan’s eyes widened, clearly doubting whether he heard correctly.

Did he just hear the Little Princess’s voice?

After Wen Xiao’ai meowed twice, a fluffy gray little head popped out from within the white-clad man’s arms.

The white-clad man tried to hide but it was too late.

Feng Liyan stared at the pink-dressed little kitten at the staircase, its pink and white figure just looking his way, his deep gray eyes widened even more.

Little, Little Princess?

Medicine, Medicine King?

Wen Xiao’ai blinked, a bit dumbfounded.

She had lived for five hundred years and known the Medicine King for five hundred years, but she had never seen Feng Liyan’s true form.

Because Feng Liyan always said his original form was too cute, not manly enough, so he never showed it to anyone.

At this moment, seeing that gray little head, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t quite recognize it.

If not for those eyes and Feng Liyan’s voice, she definitely wouldn’t have recognized it.

The two little ones stared blankly at each other, clearly both bewildered.

The white-clad man, who had been nervous, noticed the Little Gray Cat and Xiaoguai "making eyes" at each other, and sheepishly glanced at Jun Moyan.

To find Jun Moyan’s face already dark as a pot’s bottom.

The gaze that seemed to want to stew the Little Gray Cat, made it seem like the Little Gray Cat was seducing his wife or something.

The white-clad man was startled by Jun Moyan’s expression and gaze, thinking of fleeing with the Little Gray Cat, but unexpectedly, the Little Gray Cat squirmed out of his arms, leaped to the ground, and dashed towards the small bundle by the stairs.

The Little Gray Cat’s excited meows rang out.

Heck, a little flirtatious cat!

The white-clad man watched as the usually cold and indifferent Little Gray Cat now seemed excited as if it had swapped souls, couldn’t help but internally curse while raising a middle finger.

Previously pretending to be aloof made me almost believe it, now it meets a little female cat, its true nature just bursts right out, doesn’t it?

Feng Liyan excitedly charged toward Wen Xiao’ai, pouncing her down onto the ground, his fluffy little head nuzzling vigorously, completely losing his usual grace.

Wen Xiao’ai was stunned, finally coming to her senses.

Once she realized, Wen Xiao’ai was even more excited than Feng Liyan.

When Feng Liyan dashed towards Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan also made his way toward her.

But not as fast as Feng Liyan, failing to stop him or pull Wen Xiao’ai away.

After all, two legs can’t compete with four legs.

Looking at the two kittens on the ground, tumbling into a bundle, meowing so happily, Jun Moyan was on the brink of bursting with rage, having murderous thoughts.