Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

As a result, as soon as the eyes appeared, he made a face-to-face confrontation with Jun Moyan who didn't know when he climbed onto her, and she cried out in surprise.

He is not wearing any clothes, his hands are on both sides of her body to support the body, the tips of his hair and face are all water drops, and he is looking at her with faint eyes.

He suddenly leaned over and approached her, his hot body pressed against her, and instantly pulled away from her.

Across a thin quilt, Wen Xiaoai felt the heat of his body, and the bad things that he usually hid on his body that he took out when he bullied her were pressing against her viciously.

"Jun, Jun Moyan, what are you doing?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at him with some fear, stretched out his hand and pushed his shoulder, and said: "I, I'm going to sleep, you, you go get dressed."

Jun Moyan approached her, rubbing the tip of her nose gently against her face, and her hoarse voice sounded with temptation: "Little dear, we will have a baby in the future."

Wen Xiaoai was panicked, she quickly pushed him with both hands: "No, no, I'm going to sleep."

She knew that he meant to give birth to a baby not just to give birth to a baby, not to give birth to a baby with her, but to give birth to a baby with her, which was mainly reflected in the word "born", not a baby.

"It's early." Jun Moyan kissed her neck gently.

He really didn’t want to have a baby with him, she just came back, her body is still weak, and Wen Xiaoai can think of the feelings of the little guy, how can he not think of it, how could it really make her pregnant so quickly, last night he But never left anything in her body.

What he said about having a baby is not a noun, but a verb. He does not want a baby, or he wants to "have" a baby with her.

Seeing that he couldn't push him, Wen Xiaoai begged him to let him go, "No more Jun Moyan, I was so tired last night."

"This time it won't be so long, this time soon." Jun Moyan came to her ear and bit her ear lightly.

Wen Xiaoai immediately felt aroused, unable to tell whether it was the other thing or two uncomfortable sobbing.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

Her tone changed, her whole body was electrified, and her eyes became blurred because of the sensitivity of her ears. The hand that was pushing Jun Moyan's shoulder stopped there and couldn't move.

He let go, rubbed her sensitive ears with the tip of his nose, and exhaled warmly on her ears: "Little boy, I'm uncomfortable."

"You, why are you so uncomfortable..." Wen Xiaoai panted, unable to speak, and wanted to say that she was also uncomfortable.

"I'll hurry up tonight and let you sleep." He said, his hand has slowly torn off the thin quilt that separates the two of them, and his palm is all the way down, coming to her thigh, and leaning into her sleep The bottom of the skirt...

"Um~ Jun Moyan... Don't..." He was too tossing last night, and he didn't listen to her at all, which made Wen Xiaoai a little scared now.

"You, you did not sleep last night, nor did you sleep during the day, um~ you, did you sleep well...huh~"

"I am not sleepy."

"Jun Mo Yan..."

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In the next two days, the little guy had to wait outside the door of his parents' room for two or three hours after getting up on his own every day before being released.

And every time I went in, I could only see the sleeping mother and the father who had just showered.

There are also more and more paintings on the mother's neck. The little guy doesn't know why his father painted for his mother. They still paint so many, they are not good-looking, and they can't be wiped off.

The little guy applied to sleep with his parents on the grounds that he was young and afraid at night, but Jun Moyan refused.

The little guy stepped back and asked Jun Moyan not to lock the door behind him so that he could open the door by himself when he woke up in the morning, but he was also refused.

The little guy wisely applied to Wen Xiaoai, thinking that his father would listen to his mother, but his father refused even his mother. He said a bunch of educational concepts that children should sleep in separate beds with their parents. Keep the door locked.

The little guy is very depressed.