Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The next afternoon

"Ok……"

Jun Mo Yan Youyou woke up, his eyebrows frowned.

He raised his hand and pressed it to the temple that was so painful.

After pressing for a while, he felt better, and then slowly opened his eyes.

In the eyes, it is a familiar ceiling.

Jun Moyan closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

His brain was a little dizzy and swelling, Jun Moyan stared at the ceiling for a long time, didn't remember what happened last night, and didn't find anything wrong.

It wasn't until he was about to lift his other hand to lift the quilt to get out of the bed. This movement did not realize that his arm was being pressed.

Jun Moyan's conditioned reflex immediately turned his head and looked over. When he saw Wen Xiaoai who was aggrieved with one arm resting on him, Jun Moyan was stunned.

The unconscious brain is now directly crashing.

Little, little boy?

Is he dreaming?

Jun Moyan stared at Wen Xiaoai stupidly, without a reaction for a long time.

He didn't dare to blink, he didn't dare to make a sound, he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, because he was afraid it was really a dream.

"Hmm..."

Wen Xiaoai, who was asleep, didn't know what was wronged in her dream, and suddenly groaned with a crying voice, her red and swollen mouth was tightly flattened, and she felt wronged as if she would cry at any time.

Jun Moyan slowly returned to his soul.

"Little, little boy?"

He looked at Wen Xiaoai and called her tentatively while holding his breath, his heart pounding with nervousness.

"Huh..." Wen Xiaoai's grieved grunt in response to him.

After a while, Jun Moyan stiffly raised his other hand and slowly approached Wen Xiaoai's face.

Really, really little boy.

It's really a little boy.

Jun Moyan felt agitated in his heart.

His hands stroking Wen Xiaoai's small face were trembling with excitement, and he was a little overwhelmed with joy, and kept looking at her small face with his eyes.

"...Little boy?"

"Woo...no more, no more Jun Moyan..." After hearing Jun Moyan's voice, Wen Xiaoai, who was already asleep, broke into tears.

Jun Mo Yan was stunned, the tears that kept falling from the corner of Wen Xiaoai's eyes finally reminded him of something.

The crazy images flooded into his brain last night, the smile on Jun Moyan's face froze, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock.

They... last night...?

Large sections of the red-faced images gradually became clear in my mind.

Wen Xiaoai's cries seemed to be ringing in her ears.

Jun Moyan recalled what happened last night, and his ears turned red immediately.

The fingers of his hand that stroked Wen Xiaoai's face were slightly bent twice.

He...really and Xiaogua...

His face was white and red at that time, and he didn't know whether it was excited or shocked.

Jun Moyan couldn't calm down for a long time, he swallowed slightly, and then looked at Wen Xiaoai.

"...Little, little boy?"

His voice was nervous and changed, looking at Wen Xiaoai who was aggrieved, he didn't know what to do.

"Woo...no more, no more baby..." As soon as Wen Xiaoai in his sleep heard Jun Moyan's voice, he was afraid to make a noise subconsciously.

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's cute little milky voice, Jun Moyan felt distressed and blamed himself to death.

He carefully hugged Wen Xiaoai's slender body into his arms, his eyes still a little erratic.

He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against her forehead.

"Little boy..."

"No more..."

"No more, no more." Jun Moyan soothed, but his mind was full of pictures of him asking for a boy last night.