Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan wrapped her arm around her waist and held her tightly in his arms, not letting her go.

"I really didn't laugh at you."

"..." Wen Xiaoai ignored.

"Little boy?"

"..."

Seeing that she ignored him, Jun Moyan reached out and approached her ears. Wen Xiaoai was so scared that she immediately covered her ears, turned her head, and looked at him angrily: "What do you want to do."

"I want you to care about me."

"Then you don't think I can write?"

"No."

"Hmph, if you dare to dislike me, I will..."

"Beat me?" Jun Moyan asked with a smile.

"I ran away from home to find your second brother. Your second brother will definitely not despise me."

The smile at the corner of Jun Moyan's mouth slowly disappeared, and he said unhappily: "Why do you always mention my second brother."

"Angry you."

Jun Moyan raised his hand and flicked her forehead, a bit angry and funny: "Then you really succeeded in making me angry."

Wen Xiaoai rubbed his bounced forehead: "Aren't you and your second brother very good? Why are you angry?"

"I can give my second brother whatever he wants, but you can't." Jun Moyan didn't even understand the look in her eyes.

"why?"

"Get used to it."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him and thought that if he returned to the monster clan in the future, Jun Moyan raised another cat, and got used to it and treated him so well. What should I do?

When Wen Xiaoai thought of this, he felt uneasy.

She stretched out her hand to straighten his head, and stared at him: "Jun Moyan, you said you only support me, you have to do what you say."

Jun Mo Yan Wei nodded: "Yeah."

"Don't you, you have to say yes."

"it is good."

Only then did Wen Xiaoai let him go with confidence.

Jun Moyan rubbed her little head, reached out to save the things in the computer, then looked at Wen Xiaoai, thought for a while, and finally said in a negotiated tone: "Can I teach you how to write?"

"Not learn."

"Not for you to learn all the characters, but to teach you to write your own name."

"What can I do with my name."

"If you don't like it, then don't study it. Let's go, let's go eat."

"Okay." Wen Xiaoai stood up as soon as he heard, took Jun Moyan and walked out~

at night,

Wen Xiaoai, who had taken a shower, wore the newly bought pajamas that Jun Moyan asked her to buy. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and placed one pinch in each hand on his chest.

The soft purple light envelops her.

After a while, she put away all her mana, exhaled for a long time, and then opened her eyes.

I thought this inner alchemy was really difficult to repair.

Had it not been for Jun Moyan this time, with her situation at the time, I am afraid it would take hundreds of years of retreat to fully recover.

Wen Xiaoai felt a little afraid to think about it.

The bathroom door opened and Jun Moyan walked out with a short hair.

Wen Xiaoai immediately got up and came to the end of the bed.

As soon as Jun Moyan walked over, Wen Xiaoai reached out and took the towel in his hand, and then jumped directly on top of him.

Jun Moyan reached out subconsciously to catch her.

Wen Xiaoai put one arm around his neck, two thin legs hung around his waist, and he wiped his hair with a towel in one hand.

Hey, I can finally wipe your hair.

"...Little boy, I'll do it myself, and you go back to bed." Jun Moyan hugged her, and when she thought that she was going to sleep on him again tonight, his heartbeat started to accelerate.

"No, I will wipe your hair."

"Then you stand on the bed and wipe it for me, OK?"

"No, you have to hug me." Wen Xiaoai refused.

"..." Jun Moyan had no choice but to hold her like this and let her wipe his hair.