Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"You know if you touch it."

"How can this be felt?" Jun Moyan laughed low, knowing that Wen Xiaoai was naughty again.

"You touch it." Wen Xiaoai twisted her body emotionally.

Jun Mo Yan helplessly stretched out his hand to reach her belly, touched it lightly through the thin quilt and the cloth, just about to take it back, Wen Xiaoai immediately grabbed his hand and pressed his big hand on her belly. Don't let him leave.

"Little boy." Jun Mo Yan said helplessly.

"Warm your hands, help me warm up my belly." Wen Xiaoai acted spoiled.

As she said, she also freed her hand to lift the quilt that was in the way on her body, raised her pajamas, and directly grabbed Jun Moyan's hand and put it on her belly.

At the moment when he touched Wen Xiaoai's skin, Jun Moyan's heart beat fiercely, and the hand covering her stomach was directly clenched into a fist.

"Open your hand and help me warm my belly." Wen Xiaoai tried to break his clasped hand, but couldn't break it. She just wanted to say something, but Jun Moyan seemed to have experienced a struggle and chose to help. She warms her belly.

Feeling the big warm hand covering his stomach, Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan and couldn't help but smirk.

It’s good to have Jun Mo Yan.

Jun Moyan smiled at the moment he saw Wen Xiaoai's smiling face, and the slightly tense nerves slowly relaxed and helped her to cover the quilt again.

The weather had begun to cool, and he had to change her old habit of running barefoot.

The girl catches a cold, and her body will suffer many minor problems in the future.

Wen Xiaoai yawned, holding the wrist of the big hand on his stomach with two small hands, slowly closed his eyes, and wanted to take a nap.

Suddenly remembering an important thing, he immediately opened his eyes again.

"By the way, Jun Moyan, should you change the dressing for your injury?"

"Well, the drunkard said he will come in a while."

"He is not allowed to come over, I'll change it for you." Wen Xiaoai said and immediately got up.

"Will you change?"

"Of course it will."

"Let the alcoholic come." He didn't want to show the wound to Wen Xiaoai.

"No, you are not allowed to show it to others." Wen Xiaoai frowned, his eyes and expression seemed to say: You are mine, and you are not allowed to show it to others.

Jun Moyan smiled, but he didn't expect Wen Xiaoai to...protect...food? It seems wrong.

"I and the drunkard are both men, it's nothing."

"If I say no, I can't, then I'm a girl, and so is Xiaocha, can I take it off and show it to Xiaocha?!"

"No!" Jun Moyan blurted out.

"Then I'll change your dressing."

Jun Moyan had to compromise and let her.

"I'll get the medicine kit."

"Okay, hurry up."

Wen Xiaoai obediently sat on the bed and waited for him.

Soon, Jun Moyan brought the medicine box and took out three bottles of medicine from the medicine box and put them aside: "Take off the gauze in a while and put these three medicines on the wound."

"No need to clean up?"

"No need to."

He will find a drunkard to clean up tomorrow, because he knows that Wen Xiaoai can't do it.

She feels sorry for him and can't get her hands off. If she accidentally bleeds his newly healed wound, she might cry herself.

"It's so simple. You said I won't. I will definitely bandage you better than the drunkard in a while."

Wen Xiaoai said, pulling Jun Moyan down on the side of the bed, then got out of bed and stood.

Seeing Jun Moyan was about to take off his clothes, she helped him unbutton him: "I'm coming."