He coaxed in a gentle voice, "Just now, I was angry. Don't hold it against me. After all, it was Fei Yan's fault for not being likable, for not showing me the amusing trinket first. Can't I feel a little jealous?"
Mi Lu was clearly someone who was twisted by fear of loss, one moment a storm of gloom, the next, like a gentle breeze and soft rain, starting to coax with good temper.
It could be seen that he truly liked Ning Feiyan; otherwise, he wouldn't have waited here for her as soon as she returned to the Demon World.
Mi Lu, with an intention to make amends, promptly bent down and condescendingly stooped to pick up the cat that had fallen onto the ground inside the cage.
Ning Feiyan's gaze shifted, but she wouldn't let him touch her cat. With a light flick of her sleeve, she was quicker than him and summoned the iron cage back into her hands.
