"Meow-chan!"
Seeing the floating text "Lust Demon Summoning" in front of him, Yan Huan's face darkened, and he instinctively looked at Meow-chan beside him.
But unexpectedly, this time Meow-chan was quite self-righteous, pushing Yan Huan with its paw pad and meowing,
"This time you really can't blame me, Meow! Yan Huan, think about how many lips you've eaten last week, and how comfortable it was lying in bed with Spencer!?"
"I..."
This question left Yan Huan paused, because upon reflection, it really was the case.
Even when Spencer wasn't there, he would occasionally chat with her, not to mention when she was present.
Plus, the charity performance with An Le yesterday...
Yan Huan, oh Yan Huan, Meow-chan is right, you have indeed become a bit decadent.
However, just as Yan Huan was engaging in self-examination, the Meow-chan in front of him saw his expression in a daze, but snorted lightly, shook its head, and complained,
