Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Jun Moyan, I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be your little boy."

Wen Xiaoai's throat became hoarse, Xiao pulled up his clothes, seeking comfort.

Wen Xiaoai's words made Jun Moyan hate his identity, his incompetence, and the arrangement of fate.

If he can, even if it is an ordinary little demon, even if it is a demon, he is willing to become that identity for her, as long as he can have the same life as her, and be able to stay with her.

But why is it just an ordinary person?

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand and hugged Wen Xiaoai into his arms distressedly. A helpless voice rang in her ears: "Fool, you can't be my little boy for long, but you can always be a princess."

Wen Xiaoai hugged him back and shook his head: "I don't want to. I would rather be your lifelong little boy than my own lifelong princess."

"For a lifetime without Jun Moyan, I don't want to live longer."

Maybe she still doesn't understand love, but she already knows that it is inseparable.

Feelings do not need her to understand more thoroughly, to speak more clearly, in her heart, you are above everything, that's right.

Jun Moyan closed his eyes, slowly tightening the arms holding her body, smelling the familiar smell between her hair and neck, holding tighter and tighter, wishing to melt her into her body and never separate from her forever .

"Jun Mo Yan, let's go back to Wuyuan, okay? Go back now, I don't want to be here." Wen Xiaoai sounded in a crying voice.

She reached out and pushed him, wanting him to take her back now.

She was afraid that Ye Qi would find it for a while, and would force her back to the demon world, and never let her out again, then she would never see Jun Moyan again.

Jun Moyan still hugged her and said nothing.

I don't know how long it took before he let her go.

Pulled her to the sofa and sat down, took the bags and opened them.

Put the milk tea into the straw and hand it to her: "Your favorite drink."

In fact, he didn't go out shopping just now.

He really left Wen Xiaoai and planned to return to the capital by himself.

After she cried and made trouble, maybe she went back to the demon world by herself, and then there was no more Jun Moyan in her life.

But the moment he just walked out of the hotel, he clearly heard the sound of his heart breaking into scum.

He also seemed embarrassed to get into a taxi and wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

The farther away from her the better, but he had better lose.

He can't do it.

Wen Xiaoai shook his head and looked at Jun Moyan with tears: "I don't want it. I won't drink anymore. I won't eat these anymore. Jun Moyan, let's go back to Wuyuan."

Jun Moyan brought the milk tea to his mouth, took a sip, and said, "Very sweet."

This was the third time she asked Jun Moyan to take her back to Wuyuan tonight, but he didn't answer once.

She knew that he deliberately avoided answering.

He worries far more than her, and his heart is far less firm than her.

Because she has no scruples and fears nothing for him.

On the contrary, he was not afraid of anything she was afraid of.

Wen Xiaoai climbed onto the sofa, came to Jun Moyan, knelt down on his lap, rubbed his neck around him, and said coquettishly in his ear: "...Jun Moyan, shall we go home? ?"

Jun Moyan grabbed his heart cruelly, hurting and cold.

In Wen Xiaoai's tone, what he heard was more plea.

How can he be able to make a noble princess treat him like this.