Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 179 Who are you!

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Who are you!

The warm morning sun streamed onto the balcony and Jun Moyan, still asleep in bed, was cuddling a young girl who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

A familiar scent of milk lingered at the tip of his nose along with a faint, pleasant...fragrance from the girl.

The somewhat unfamiliar pleasant scent awoke Jun Moyan from his deep sleep. His brows furrowed slightly, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Before his eyes was the delicate face of a girl even more lovely and beautiful than a porcelain doll.

Staring at the unfamiliar woman sleeping closely beside him on the same pillow, Jun Moyan’s eyes widened in shock, seemingly startled by this unprecedented situation, which left his brain momentarily blank.

The breath of the girl, carrying a hint of that milky scent, sprinkled on his face. Perhaps she was not sleeping too soundly as she wrinkled her little nose cutely.

The more Jun Moyan looked, the tighter his brows knit together.

Pressed against his palm was the girl’s skin, smooth and delicate like silk. This unfamiliar touch made Jun Moyan’s fingers subconsciously flex.

After a few seconds lost in thought, the alert Jun Moyan suddenly pushed the girl, who was still deep in slumber, away from him.

Wen Xiao’ai, wrapped in her blanket, was pushed aside, jolted awake from her sleep.

She was still completely groggy.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, an angry, murderous hand clutched her delicate neck.

The towering figure of the man pressed down. Jun Moyan, kneeling on one knee on the bed, clenched Wen Xiao’ai’s neck with one hand and looked down at her with a darkened face.

Upon recognizing the person who was choking her, Wen Xiao’ai was bewildered.

"Speak, who are you?"

The man’s cold, merciless voice tinged with anger echoed.

It made Wen Xiao’ai shiver uncontrollably, utterly scarred by Jun Moyan’s fierce demeanor.

What’s gotten into him? Is he sleep-confused?

I am Xiaoguai.

Wen Xiao’ai tried to speak, but her neck was tightly gripped.

She instinctively reached out to push him away.

But when she saw that she was extending not two little paws, but two smooth, pale arms, Wen Xiao’ai was startled.

She ignored Jun Moyan and flipped her palms and hands over, her deep blue eyes, like the ocean, intently examining her own arms and hands back and forth.

Then she suddenly lifted her gaze to meet Jun Moyan’s increasingly murderous eyes, and in them, Wen Xiao’ai saw a face she had longed to see, familiar yet awaited.

Slowly, Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes widened, her gaze shimmering with excitement and exhilaration.

She had recovered, she had truly recovered.

Caught by surprise by those stellar oceanic blue eyes, Jun Moyan lost focus for a moment.

Those eyes, why do they seem familiar?

Suppressing the strange thought, Jun Moyan gaze down at the girl beneath him, her eyes brimming with excitement, ignoring his question, his brow furrowed tighter, anger and murderous intent in his eyes growing ever more intense.

Wen Xiao’ai, carried away with joy, had completely forgotten the situation at hand and reached out excitedly to hug Jun Moyan’s neck.

Jun Moyan recoiled in disgust, a flash of revulsion in his eyes, and the next moment, he rapidly withdrew his hand and rolled off the bed.

He acted as if he was recoiling from a venomous snake.

He pressed a button by the bedside and reached for the drawer of the nightstand...

Wen Xiao’ai scrambled up, the thin blanket slipping from her body. She clumsily covered her bare self, and just as she managed to hide herself properly, she looked up only to be met with the barrel of a gun.

Wen Xiao’ai blinked at the object before her, then turned her gaze to Jun Moyan holding the gun.