Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Irony, it's really ironic.

Wen Xiaoai sat back weakly in the shade of the tree with his back leaning against the tree trunk, feeling exhausted from body to heart.

"give."

A hand was passed to her.

Wen Xiaoai looked down, but saw Nie Jiuque holding a handful of candy in his hand.

The sugar paper is colorful and very beautiful.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the candy in his hand, but Jun Moyan's mind was all in his mind, and his thoughts were in a trance.

She retracted her gaze, looked away, then opened her mouth, weakly speaking, "I don't eat sweets."

She doesn't want sugar, nothing, only Jun Moyan.

Nie Jiuque's hand holding the candy was obviously stiff.

"...Aren't you the favorite to eat sweets?"

His tone seemed to be sharing his favorite things with his favorite people, but the other party didn't like it at all.

She clearly said that sugar is her favorite...Why don't you eat it?

"How do you know that I like candy?" Wen Xiaoai looked at him.

Enduring the urge to uncover his mask.

"...I guess, you girls all like sweets."

"I like to eat, but I only eat from Jun Moyan."

"..."

He withdrew his hand silently, looking at the handful of candy in his hand, he only felt bitter.

Realizing that her refusal seemed to hurt him, Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips slightly and looked at him.

"Why do you... always wear a mask? Is your face hurt?"

Seeing that she took the initiative to speak to herself, Nie Jiuque suppressed those emotions.

Responded with a smile: "No, just..."

"Just what?"

"This face...not mine."

At first glance, these words were inexplicably shocking.

But Wen Xiaoai suddenly thought that Demon Lord Nie Jiuque was reincarnated.

This face is naturally different from his last life.

"Your eyes are beautiful, and your face shouldn't be ugly, and even if it's ugly, the parents who are affected by the body and skin are just a skin bag, no matter how good they are.

I always feel that the other party has been wearing a mask for this reason.

"You are right." He smiled.

"Then... can you show me?"

She really wanted to see his face, Nie Jiuque in the dream and him in front of him at the moment gave her a familiar feeling.

"Not yet."

"Why'return'?"

Does it mean that you can’t now, can you do it later?

Nie Jiuque groaned for a moment, then said something wrongly: "Your clothes are much better than those of Xifu."

"Huh, just don't show it."

Wen Xiaoai curled his lips, no longer looked at him, leaning on the tree trunk and squinting.

During the recent period, she always feels lack of energy, has no energy to do anything, and is always sleepy.

Nie Jiuque looked at Wen Xiaoai who was a little angry with him, and laughed blankly.

He just sat quietly to the side, staring at her blankly.

Hot eyes linger on her small and delicate face, from eyebrows, to nose, to lips...

He hasn't seen her like that for a long time, a long time.

"Yinger..."

In his absence, he couldn't help murmured.

Wen Xiaoai's eyelids moved slightly and then opened his eyes.

Nie Jiuque, who hadn't realized that he had lost his voice, saw Wen Xiaoai open his eyes, and suddenly realized what he had said.

"Are you calling me?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him.

"..."

He didn't speak, but looked at her nervously.

There is no denial, and no admission.