Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"He's dead." Wen Xiaoai reached out and pushed him, but couldn't move at all.

Jun Moyan buried her face in her neck and rubbed it gently, rubbing the tip of her nose and lips against her skin from time to time.

"...Little boy."

Jun Moyan closed his eyes and called her name softly.

When he was drunk, his voice was more sultry than usual, and Wen Xiaoai's ears were soft, as if he was also drunk.

"……What are you doing?"

"...You are not allowed to give your second brother candies." He kept spraying Wen Xiaoai's neck with the smell of wine, making Wen Xiaoai not only itchy, but also uncomfortable.

Jun Moyan is in a bad mood, really bad.

He never thought that his closest second brother would also like Xiaoguai.

He really never thought of it.

He didn't blame Jun Wuchen, he didn't blame anyone, but he felt uncomfortable.

He was afraid that his relationship with Jun Wuchen would deteriorate because of Wen Xiaoai, and he was afraid that Jun Wuchen liked to be brutally restrained by himself.

Even if Jun Wuchen didn't say it, just silently liked it, it made Jun Moyan crazy.

He didn't want Jun Wuchen to be hurt, and Wen Xiaoai didn't want to be missed.

Why is it Xiao Ai?

One is his closest person, the other is his favorite person, this is his life.

At this moment, Jun Mo Yan hoped that he could be stupid, and hoped that he hadn't noticed Jun Wuchen's mind, but with a look in Jun Wuchen's eyes, he understood everything.

"Why not? Shouldn't good things be shared? And I still have a lot of lollipops."

"It's just not allowed!" He competed with others like a child, and his words were childish, but inexplicably cute.

"You are mine, and all your things are mine. Without my permission, even a single strand of hair is not allowed to be touched."

Xiaoguai belongs to him, he belongs to him alone. He doesn't allow anyone to like and miss him, even his closest brother.

"...I want to hide you, so that my second brother will not see it or let anyone like it."

"What are you talking about? Are you sick? Say something weird."

Wen Xiaoai reached out a hand and touched his forehead strangely.

"It's not hot."

"You are not allowed to like others, neither brother nor Ye Qi, but you are allowed to like me." He demanded Wen Xiaoai domineeringly.

He was actually as insecure as Wen Xiaoai, and he was always afraid of her leaving.

"Jun Mo, Yan, you said these things that irritated me again. You clearly said that as long as I like you, you will like it. If you don't let me like Ye Qi brother, why don't you even like your own second brother? "Wen Xiaoai angrily pushed the head between the neck.

"Don't press me down, you will die again."

Wen Xiaoai doesn't know what a drunk person is like, so these words that Jun Moyan said are actually the same to her when she was sober.

"I'm not allowed to like them but I'm not allowed!"

"Jun Mo Yan, you don't make sense."

In fact, the tone of Jun Moyan's words didn't bring a trace of force, and it sounded more like acting like a baby.

Even if he was drunk and couldn't control his words and actions, he couldn't say a bad tone to Wen Xiaoai.

But Wen Xiao Ai just didn't like to listen: "I want to like them, they are so good to me, why not allow me to like them."

"Don't mention them again."

"I want to... uh..."

Jun Moyan, who had been closing his eyes and burying his face between Wen Xiaoai's neck, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head, and directly blocked Wen Xiaoai's jealous mouth with his lips.

The jealous Jun Moyan kept nibbling on her lips and sucking with emotion, the fragrance of wine fainted between the two of them, and went straight to Wen Xiaoai's brain.

Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened, his brain blank.