Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"You can drink this way."

Seeing Jun Moyan really drank the water, Wen Xiaoai said with joy, and his mood improved a lot.

She drank again and continued to feed him water as before.

"You must not despise me."

Wen Xiaoai kept feeding more vigorously and found it a bit fun. He wanted to feed him all the water in the bottle, but was afraid that he would hold it.

When he was about to leave his lips after the last feeding, Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but think of the scene of Jun Moyan taking the initiative to kiss her in the car.

Wen Xiaoai looked down at Jun Moyan's thin, pale lips, and his face started to get hot.

"Meow~"

"You don't seem to like kissing me."

She whispered.

She kissed him every day, many times, but he really rarely kissed her.

Doesn't he like kissing?

But don't you kiss me because you like it? Junmo Yan Mingming likes her.

Wen Xiaoai curled his mouth, then moved his face to Jun Moyan's lips.

"Kiss here too."

As she said, she changed her face again and took the initiative to let Jun Moyan kiss her.

Then stop.

After that, he turned Jun Moyan over again and put him on the bed. He also lay down on his side, biting the bottle while looking at Jun Moyan.

Wen Xiaoai was very happy thinking that Jun Moyan would wake up tomorrow.

She kept leaning towards Jun Moyan, and from time to time she stretched out her little hand to touch his face. Looking at Jun Moyan's beautiful face, she couldn't help but want to kiss him.

Just can't control the liking for him.

Soon, Wen Xiaoai fell asleep.

"You go take a shower first, I'll cook two bowls of noodles." Qing Yi said to the drunkard.

"Okay." The drunkard answered, came to the bed, reached out and picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table, just about to drink a few refreshing, filling the stomach, and relieved by the way, he felt a stare stop. On him.

The drunkard turned his head and saw Tsing Yi, who had just said he was going to cook noodles, standing at the door watching him.

The drunkard smiled awkwardly, plugged the mouth of the wine gourd, then put it back on the bedside table, and said:

"Stop drinking."

Tsing Yi at the door walked in again, turned around and poured warm water for the alcoholic.

Pass it to him.

"...If you can, can you not drink it, then stop drinking it."

Although he knew that quitting alcohol might be more difficult for him than quitting drugs, but if he continued to drink like this, his body would really collapse.

"it is good."

The drunkard smiled and reached out to take the water in his hand.

Seeing that the drunkard agreed so easily, Tsing Yi was a little surprised, but somewhat unexpected.

After all, the alcoholic recently...well...I can't tell, the two get along very well anyway.

"Then I'm going downstairs to cook noodles."

"Ok."

Tsing Yi was about to go out again, but heard a sound of footsteps, the next moment, the figure in white rushed in.

She was holding a little gray cat in her arms, and she was carrying a big bag of toys, snacks, and a feeding bottle.

"What are you doing?"

Tsing Yi asked knowingly.

Think with your toes and know what he is doing.

"Squeeze together tonight."

Bai Yi smiled hehe, walked directly in, put down the bag, and gently put the little gray cat in his arms on the bed.

"Don't put on the bed."

Although Tsing Yi likes cats, he can't accept the cat making a fuss on his bed.

"It's very clean. I often bathe him and it's not dirty." Bai Yi said.

"Fuzz."

"No, it doesn't shed hair, and it's well-behaved, and it doesn't run around." Bai Yi said, squatting down by the bed, touching the little gray cat's head, and then handing it the bottle.