Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Looking at Wen Xiaoai who was sleeping soundly under him, Jun Moyan smiled, reached out his hand to touch the hair on her forehead, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her little face.

He tried his best to control his gaze so as not to look down, so as not to make himself suffer.

"Little boy."

He whispered to her.

I can't believe all this is true.

Xiaoguai really came back. Not only did he come back, but the two of them also had their husband and wife.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai's small mouth slightly open and exhaling warm air.

Jun Moyan couldn't help but lowered his head and moved the tip of his nose to Wen Xiaoai's mouth.

He really likes to smell the scent of milk in her little mouth, just as addicted as he likes Wen Xiaoai.

Fortunately, for more than half a month after being separated, the taste on her body has not changed.

She is still his little boy.

He is a little boy.

At half past eleven, Wen Xiaoai woke up by himself without waiting for Jun Moyan to wake her up again.

Opened his eyes and saw the face in front of him that was thinking about it day and night, Wen Xiaoai didn't even think about it.

"Mua～mua～"

Jun Mo Yan thought that when Wen Xiaoai woke up again, he would lose his temper at him because of what happened last night. He just woke up and didn't settle accounts with him because he didn't wake up, so he let him go.

He was mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that Wen Xiaoai didn't seem to be angry at all.

Feeling that Wen Xiaoai's fragrant lips kept kissing on his face and lips, Jun Moyan smiled.

Wen Xiaoai kissed his face again and again, and then stopped.

Looking at the impossibly handsome face in front of him, Wen Xiaoai remembered the shameful things they had done last night, and suddenly blushed, but he was extremely happy.

"Hehe..."

Wen Xiaoai stretched out her hand to cover her hot face, and even her eyes.

But he couldn't help peeking at Jun Moyan from the gap between his fingers.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai's cute behavior, Jun Moyan smiled.

"Are you... not angry with me?"

"Huh? Why are you angry?" Wen Xiaoai looked at him through the gap between his fingers.

Jun Moyan was relieved when he heard Wen Xiaoai's words, and then smiled: "It's okay, you cried when you woke up this afternoon. I thought you were angry with me."

"I cried because... I thought you were still bullying me..." Wen Xiaoai clutched his hot face, too embarrassed to see Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan was also embarrassed.

"Are you...hungry?" He changed the subject.

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai nodded, she woke up from hunger.

"I let Xiaocha prepare the meal, and I can eat it after the shower."

"You help me wash." She took her hand away and looked at him.

"..." Jun Moyan actually did not dare to look her eyes squarely, always feeling a guilty conscience.

Maybe it was because he asked Wen Xiaoai through Jiu Jin last night, which made him feel unaccountable.

After a few seconds, Jun Moyan nodded unnaturally, "...good."

"Then I will give you water first, and you will wait for me."

"Ok."

Jun Moyan got out of bed and went into the bathroom to give Wen Xiaoai a bath.

After Wen Xiaoai went into the bathroom at Jun Moyan, he lowered his head and lifted the quilt to look at his naked body.

She bit her lip embarrassedly, covered her hot red face, and then smirked all by herself.

Soon, Jun Moyan walked back with a bath towel.

"Go take a shower."

"Ok."

Jun Moyan lifted the quilt off her body, pretended to be calm and wrapped her hickey-scarred body with a bath towel, and then hugged her into the bathroom.