Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"kiss you."

As Wen Xiaoai said, his small mouth kept on, like a chicken pecking at rice, leaving drool marks on Jun Moyan's face.

"Don't mess around, go down quickly."

Jun Moyan hugged Wen Xiaoai's waist and just put her sideways on the bed, Wen Xiaoai immediately got up and pressed him back onto the bed.

"Didn't you say that you will bite me kiss me in the future?!" Seeing Jun Moyan seemed a little angry, Wen Xiaoai was also angry.

"..." Jun Mo Yan was speechless for a while.

Seeing Jun Moyan could not speak, Wen Xiaoai lowered his head and kissed him on the face.

I haven't kissed here yet~

"...It's okay." Jun Moyan was stiff, his speech was out of tune, and his heartbeat and breathing were out of rhythm.

He is a normal man, this early in the morning, should this little thing be so...toss people.

"Not yet, not enough."

"Mua~mua~..."

Wen Xiaoai kissed Jun Moyan all over his face, and finally kissed him twice on his lips.

Jun Moyan's brain exploded, his pupils suddenly contracted, his abdomen tightened, and the whole person was stunned.

Finally kissed a satisfied Wen Xiaoai happily buried her red face into Jun Moyan's neck and rubbed it affectionately.

"Meow, meow~"

"Jun Mo Yan, I like you, I love you."

"..."

"From now on, I will kiss you every day when I wake up, I will say I love you after I love you, and I will kiss again before going to bed at night, I will kiss again after eating and drinking milk, and I will kiss again after an hour, and write about Jun Mo Yan. You have to kiss again, anyway, a lot of kisses."

"..."

Seeing that Jun Moyan didn't respond, and didn't say anything, Wen Xiaoai wanted to look up at him.

However, Jun Moyan, who had just noticed her movements, grabbed the back of her head with his big hands and pressed her back to his neck again.

Speaking dumbly: "...Don't move."

"What's the matter?" Wen Xiaoai was unsure.

Subconsciously got up again to look at Jun Moyan. With this movement, the two of them had more physical contact. Jun Moyan barely controlled herself, and the fingers clasping the back of her head tightened subconsciously.

"...Don't move."

"What's the matter with you?" Wen Xiaoai was a little weird: "Why is your voice weird? Are you uncomfortable still panting?"

"..."

Jun Moyan did not speak any more.

Wen Xiaoai didn't move anymore, just lying on his chest, looking up slightly, only to see Jun Moyan's tight jaw.

Wen Xiaoai stretched out his small hand and couldn't help touching Jun Moyan's delicate chin. Jun Moyan's abnormal body temperature came from his fingers.

"Jun Moyan, you are so hot."

Even through the clothes, Wen Xiaoai could still feel the hot temperature on Jun Moyan's body, which made her feel a little hot.

Wen Xiaoai touched the hand of his chin up, touched his face, and then touched his forehead: "Are you having a fever?"

The cool little hands of Wen Xiaoai on his forehead didn't make Jun Moyan feel cool, on the contrary, he felt warmer, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his whole body tightened.

"Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai remembered to look at him, but Jun Moyan's big hand kept clasping her head, preventing her from watching.

"How are you?"

"...It's okay."

"Really? You seem uncomfortable."

"No."

Jun Moyan closed his eyes and concealed the **** in his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Several minutes later, when Wen Xiaoai raised his head to look at him again, Jun Moyan did not hold her head again.