Yun Huan's eyes turned cold as he picked up Ji. He looked at it and suddenly placed it in his lap.
"This is a male."
His gaze landed back on the little spirit fox, his sly and unfathomable peach blossom eyes like a pair of ink blocks that hid a chill. It scared the little fox spirit so much; she dove deep into Qin Yi's embrace.
The man was too scary, even more terrifying than the Ghost Emperor Moli.
Qin Yi caressed Du Juan and consoled him, "Du Juan is a girl."
Yun Huan's expression became better, but his mood was still not great when he saw how the spirit fox cuddled into Qin Yi's embrace. He did not like anyone else touching Qiqi, even another girl.
He wanted to tie Qin Yi to his side and hide her, preventing others from looking at her.
But he knew it was impossible. His Qiqi belonged to the sky. He could not lock her down, so he suppressed his strong desire to possess her.