Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Entering the room lightly and closing the door with his backhand, Jun Moyan walked a few steps forward, looking at the person on the bed holding his pillow next to the bed and sleeping soundly, his eyes gradually softened. The body that had been busy all night in the winter also slowly warmed up.

He walked gently to the bed, then knelt down and looked at Wen Xiaoai.

She stretched out her hand to draw the hair covering her face behind her ears, and put a warm big hand on her face, gently rubbing the thumb under her eyelids with tenderness under her eyes.

He lowered his head and approached, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and then touched her forehead lightly.

He didn't dare to do too much, for fear of waking her up.

After being greedy for her tenderness for a while, he covered her with a little quilt, and then he got up, took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Jun Moyan after taking a shower opened the bathroom door, only to see Wen Xiaoai holding his pillow standing at the bathroom door, looking at the bathroom door blankly, not knowing how long he had been standing at the door.

The moment he saw him come out, the little mouth was unconsciously flattened, his little face was aggrieved, and his eyes were red.

Jun Moyan's heart softened in an instant, and he hadn't seen him until one day and night, but he seemed to be separated for several years.

Looking at her little white feet that had stepped on the floor, Jun Mo Yan immediately came out of the bathroom, and immediately hugged her up and walked toward the bed.

As he walked, he said, "How many times have you said that you have to wear shoes when you go down the ground, don't you know that the ground is cold?"

When he came to the bed and wanted to put her on the bed, Wen Xiaoai reached out and hugged his neck and refused to go back to the bed.

Jun Moyan hugged her and sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand to pull out the pillow between the two and put it back on the bed.

Without a pillow to block him, Wen Xiaoai hugged him tighter, and his small face was also close to his face.

"what happened?"

Feeling that Wen Xiaoai was in a bad mood, Jun Moyan asked.

"Did I wake you up? Didn't you wake up yet?"

"..." Wen Xiaoai didn't say a word.

Jun Moyan knew that she relied on him, and felt wronged that he didn't accompany her last night, but he absolutely didn't mean to blame him and be angry with him, just because he wanted him to be with her more.

So Jun Moyan took off his shoes and hugged her to bed. Then he lay down holding her in this way, pulled the quilt with one hand, covered the two of them, and then covered the back of her head with his big hand.

Wen Xiaoai lay on him and found a comfortable posture, still holding his neck with his arms like this, with a small face buried in his neck.

Jun Moyan rubbed her small head with his big hands covering the back of her head, as if to calm her emotions.

"Did you have a good meal last night? When did you sleep?"

"..."

"Ok?"

"..."

"Are you angry with me?"

Wen Xiaoai finally raised his small head, and pulled out the hand that was holding his neck, and then used two small hands to hold his face, his forehead against his forehead, and the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose. Rubbed.

Wen Xiaoai looked at her red eyes, feeling aggrieved, and felt very uncomfortable.

Wen Xiaoai pursed his lips and kissed his lips, and then called his name dumbly: "...Jun Mo Yan."

"not happy?"

"...No, I just want you to accompany me more, want to be with you all the time, and don't want to be separated from you."