Wen Xiao'ai stood up, put her little hands on her waist, and looked down at Jun Moyan: "Jun Moyan, I'm making it clear to you today. If you don't throw that thing away, I'll go back to the Demon Clan right now, never come to the Human Realm again, and I won't want you anymore."
Who cares if that thing is Jun Moyan's secret weapon for survival? She couldn't allow anything more important than her to exist by Jun Moyan's side.
She could protect Jun Moyan just as well. She wanted Jun Moyan to throw away that annoying thing now and only have her as his one and only treasure.
"Thing? What thing?" Jun Moyan looked baffled, having no idea what Wen Xiao'ai was talking about.
"Don't pretend with me. Are you going to throw it away or not? Do you want it or me?"
"Of course, I want you."
Even though he didn't know what Wen Xiao'ai was talking about, Jun Moyan answered this way regardless.
"Don't just stand there; it's easy to fall." He reached out to pull Wen Xiao'ai.
