Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1300: Had a Quarrel

"Be good, these things aren’t good for you. I’ll write another one for you when we get back."

"No, I want this one. This bit of ghostly energy won’t hurt me. Besides, with you and the little bell protecting me, nothing will happen." Wen Xiao’ai said, shaking the bell bracelet on her wrist at Jun Moyan.

"No way, you’re pregnant now. These things have too much negative energy, it’s not good for you or the baby. Come on, take it out." Jun Moyan coaxed her, reaching out to take it from Wen Xiao’ai.

"I won’t." Wen Xiao’ai pouted, covering it and refusing to hand it over.

"Xiaoguai."

Jun Moyan put on a stern face but didn’t dare raise his voice, afraid she might feel scolded and wronged.

"..."

Wen Xiao’ai pouted, covering her chest, just wouldn’t let it out.

"Be good. When we get back, I’ll write as many as you want. But not this one."

No matter what Wen Xiao’ai said, she wouldn’t relent.

Just as they were deadlocked, she suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up.

She took out the rice paper she was holding, activated her spiritual power, and cast a spell to remove the ghostly energy from the paper.

"Xiaoguai..."

Jun Moyan couldn’t stop her in time.

"Alright, now there’s nothing to worry about." Wen Xiao’ai smiled as she carefully put the rice paper back into her arms, even gently patting it, treating it dearly.

"Didn’t I tell you not to use your spiritual power recklessly? Why don’t you listen?"

"Oh, it’s fine, I didn’t do anything much."

"The Medicine King said that using spiritual power recklessly can easily disturb the fetal energy. You just had your fetal energy stabilized, and it hasn’t been long, you..."

"Jun Moyan, stop it, I’m tired of hearing it."

Wen Xiao’ai stomped her foot in anger and turned away.

"You won’t let me do this or that, and I can’t even leave the Soul Suppressing Hall. I see no one apart from you, don’t hear a second person’s voice besides yours, and besides sleeping and chatting with you, I have nothing else to do. Even eating makes me feel nauseous..."

As Wen Xiao’ai spoke, tears streamed down her face, immediately feeling very aggrieved.

Jun Moyan was stunned, his hands hanging by his sides clenched weakly.

"Xiaoguai..."

He looked at Wen Xiao’ai’s trembling shoulders with sobs, facing away from him, his voice tightened.

Right then, guilt washed over him.

He stepped forward, came in front of Wen Xiao’ai, held her shoulders, bent down, and whispered, "Xiaoguai, I wasn’t trying to scold you earlier. I was just too worried about you, did you know?"

Wen Xiao’ai’s nose turned sore, looking at Jun Moyan cautiously apologizing to her, feeling particularly uncomfortable inside.

She choked out:

"Jun Moyan... I, I wasn’t trying to lose my temper with you earlier, it wasn’t intentional."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Jun Moyan chuckled, wiping her tears.

"I know."

"Jun Moyan, are you mad or hurt?" Wen Xiao’ai felt more and more guilty and upset.

"No."

"Sorry..."

"It was my fault earlier, I knew you were not feeling well, yet I upset you."

"I’m not in a bad mood, I just..."

"I know."

"Jun Moyan, I promise I won’t do it anymore, I won’t lose my temper with you recklessly."

"It’s okay, you can lose your temper with me, just don’t upset yourself."

"No way, when I lose my temper with you, I end up feeling worse myself." Wen Xiao’ai raised her hand, wiped away her tears.