Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Thank you sister."

"Hey, you're welcome."

"Little boy, who are you talking to?"

Jun Moyan's voice came from the bathroom.

Hearing Jun Moyan's voice, the boy trembled with fright, and went straight into the little bell.

"Hmph, it's not talking to you anyway, I'm talking to Xiao Ai, don't call me a little boy. You are stingy, don't come out inside, when you come out, I'll take your pants off, look at you, hum..."

Wen Xiaoai sat on the bed, while answering Jun Moyan's words, while looking at the bell on his wrist, she couldn't help shaking it, thinking that Baozi could accompany her all the time, Wen Xiaoai was so happy .

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, with his upper body exposed, Jun Moyan looking sideways at the wound on his arm was funny and helpless when he heard Wen Xiaoai's words.

The slightly cool finger tapped the area around the wound that Mrs. Jun used to scrape with bullets when she was in the barracks two days ago.

A clear pain came, Jun Mo Yan Wei frowned.

This wound, how is this healing speed.

Jun Moyan put his clothes back on, reached out to open the bathroom door, and prepared to help Wen Xiaoai brush her teeth and wash her face.

As soon as the door was opened, Wen Xiaoai was seen sitting on the bed and changing clothes.

Jun Moyan quickly looked away, and his body started to get hot again.

In fact, Wen Xiaoai has almost changed, and what Jun Moyan saw was actually a naked back.

It's just that he just experienced being tortured by lust, not to mention his naked back, but seeing Wen Xiaoai has that impulsive thought in his heart.

Seeing the undrawn curtains on the balcony, Jun Moyan's face suddenly sank, and he closed the curtains a few steps forward, and the light in the room dimmed.

"Why don't you know how to pull it up when you change your clothes." Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, who had changed clothes and was packing her pajamas, with a black face.

There was a bit of anger in his tone.

"It's just a flower garden outside, and no one can see it." Wen Xiaoai was still a little angry with Jun Mo Yan and didn't want to care about him.

"That won't work either. You are not allowed to change clothes in the room or in the bathroom in the future. Also, you are not allowed to wear such short pants and change them to longer ones."

Jun Moyan left the balcony and went to the closet to find pants for Wen Xiaoai.

"If you don't change it, I will wear these." The weather is so hot, it's cool to wear this.

"No." Jun Moyan found a pair of nine-point pants, came to the bed, and gave her the pants.

"Go to the bathroom and change it."

"I do not want."

Wen Xiaoai tightened his trouser waist, his face did not resist the trousers, only his willfulness toward Jun Moyan.

"I have to wear such a short one, and I have to wear it to run everywhere."

Humph, if you don't show it to me, I will **** you off.

Jun Moyan looked at the two thin white legs under Wen Xiaoai's super shorts, and he was out of breath.

"It's getting more and more disobedient."

Jun Moyan immediately picked up Wen Xiaoai from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Soon, Wen Xiaoai's cry came from the bathroom.

"Jun Mo Yan, you annoying ghost, you are not allowed to take off my pants."

"You are not allowed to look at me again, you are not allowed to see me."

"I don't want to change, I will wear this."

"Jun Mo Yan, you look at me, it's not fair."

Wen Xiaoai, who was forced to change pants by Jun Moyan, didn’t even eat breakfast with Jun Moyan. He took the milk and sandwiches and went to the hall. After eating only two bites, he saw someone holding the same as her. The milk sandwich came out.

Jun Moyan sat down naturally next to Wen Xiaoai and ate breakfast with great mood.