Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"What whispered?"

He smiled and leaned close to her, put his arms around her waist, and asked softly with his arms around her.

"Hehe, Jun Moyan, I know what a husband and wife are." Wen Xiaoai had a sweet face.

"What is it?"

The tenderness and pampering in his eyes almost overflowed, and the expression in Wen Xiaoai's eyes was full of love.

"Well...that's..." Wen Xiaoai thought for a while, but didn't know how to express it for a while.

She obviously knew it in her heart.

"I don't know how to say it, anyway, I know, we are."

Jun Moyan smiled, raised his hand to caress her small face, eyes full of affection: "Well, we are."

"Hey, Jun Moyan, when we have a baby in the future, what name should we call?"

"simple."

"Simple? Shouldn't it be nice?"

"Simple, it won't be difficult for you to recognize it."

"Jun Mo Yan, you are so nice~" Wen Xiaoai really loves this man who can even think of this kind of thing for her first.

"Then Jun Moyan, will you teach me to write the baby's name with the baby?"

"..."

Jun Moyan groaned for two seconds, and said, "You can recognize it, you don't need to learn how to write, just write my name alone."

Wen Xiaoai squinted at him and smiled and said, "Be careful that your baby is not happy."

"Be careful, I'm not happy." Jun Moyan expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes.

Wen Xiaoai changed his words very dogmatically: "That's not learning."

"This is good." Jun Moyan kissed her forehead with satisfaction.

Wen Xiaoai smiled suddenly, staring at Jun Mo and Yan Shuai's frustrated face, Wen Xiaoai clutched his blushing face and whispered:

"Jun Moyan, I want to do something shameful with you, want a baby..."

She pursed her lips, her face was so red that her eyes were full of expectation and the little girl's shyness.

Jun Moyan's heart was agitated, and there were layers of ripples in his eyes. Seeing Wen Xiaoai's eyes instantly changed.

Full of aggressiveness and possessiveness.

Before Wen Xiaoai could say anything, Jun Moyan suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips, and then turned up.

Wen Xiaoai hooked his arm around his neck skillfully, and responded enthusiastically.

Two slender, white legs also wrapped around his waist.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai is in good condition, Jun Moyan is not in a hurry to get it done, anyway, the night is long, and some are time~

Lest it hurt her for a while.

At the beginning, Wen Xiaoai was able to respond to Jun Moyan's kiss, but then slowly failed.

The whole body is weak, limp, and the brain is a little dizzy.

She didn't know where Jun Moyan had so much energy.

The light in the room was turned off, the temperature gradually rose, and the gasp of men and women kept coming.

Feeling the man's hot big hands wandering unscrupulously on her body, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help groaning* in her small mouth.

The little **** voice that makes people unable to help but arouse the desire to protect is more effective than any aphrodisiac.

Jun Moyan heard his blood boil, and his movements began to become irritable.

I just wore the nightdress that hadn’t been long before I was stripped off, and felt the man* between the two *legs* the hot*hot* momentum, ready to rush in at any time, Wen Xiaoai’s small face was almost ashamed Dripping blood.

When Jun Moyan was drunk, she thought he had a stick hidden in him. Later, when she asked Jun Moyan, she couldn’t tell, which caused her to misunderstand. Now she finally knows what that thing is...