Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan looked at the serious little face in front of him, and felt that his clothes buttons were being unbuttoned one by one, and he couldn't sit still.

The calm heart was as if a stone was suddenly thrown into it, completely disturbed.

There was a strange feeling in my heart, the kind of completely uncontrollable.

Jun Moyan quickly averted his gaze and looked away.

But his gradually messy and heavy breathing betrayed him.

He couldn't calm down, couldn't be left alone.

It was a torture for Jun Moyan to simply unbutton a button.

Fortunately, Wen Xiaoai's fingers were flexible, and he quickly unbuttoned his clothes. He thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but he heard Wen Xiaoai's suspicious "Huh". Before he could react, Wen Xiaoai The little cold hand touched his belly.

"...Little boy."

Jun Moyan started to stop her

"Jun Moyan, why is your belly... so strange, piece by piece, with lines, and hard."

Wen Xiaoai sat down, lowered his head, and looked closer.

His hands kept moving, and he touched Jun Moyan's abdominal muscles with a strange face.

When I was a cat, I secretly watched him change clothes, but I only saw his back.

She didn't pay attention when she was injured and unconscious, nor did she pay attention when the alcoholic checked Jun Moyan's wound two days ago.

I saw it now, but I was too curious.

"...This is the abdominal muscles." Jun Moyan grabbed her small hand that she was touching, and replied in a dumb voice. The whole person became hot, especially the lower abdomen, like a fire.

"Abs? What is that? Why didn't I?" Wen Xiaoai said and touched his stomach.

"You are a girl, of course not."

"Then why are there no girls?" Wen Xiaoai said, touching the other hand again.

As soon as he touched it, Jun Moyan caught him again.

"..." Jun Moyan didn't know how to answer her question.

"Do you guys have them? Do you guys and Tsing Yi?" Wen Xiaoai looked at his lower abdomen with curious eyes, and Jun Moyan was even hotter, even the breath he exhaled. Hot people.

"……do not know."

He shouldn't have promised her and let her help change the dressing.

This little thing can always make him innocent by accident.

"Huh? Not every boy has it?"

"...No."

Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her little nose and couldn't figure it out.

When Jun Moyan saw her expression, she knew it, she must be thinking: Even if boys are different from girls, how come boys and boys are also different.

"Hey, I like your belly. Don't grab my hand, I'll touch it again."

When Jun Moyan heard this, he even more tightly grasped her hands.

Wen Xiaoai struggled for a while and couldn't get rid of it, but when he looked up, he saw that Jun Moyan's face was a bit wrong, and the expression in his eyes... also strange.

"Are you hot? Why do you sweat so much on your head, your face is a little red, and your body is red."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan's red body strangely, and then felt that the temperature of Jun Moyan's hands holding her was a little warm.

"Jun Moyan, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"...No, please change my dressing."

"How can I change if you hold me?"

Jun Moyan looked down at the four hands that were holding together, and then let go of her.

As soon as he let go of her, Wen Xiaoai put his hand on his forehead: "I'll touch if you are sick."

As she said, she touched her forehead and compared the temperature.