Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Mo Yan who heard Wen Xiaoai's voice immediately turned back, and at the same time pressed the unburned cigarette into the ashtray on the window sill.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai who jumped up in front of him, Jun Moyan eased his face, but found that he couldn't laugh at all, and he couldn't help but feel bitter.

A heart is like falling on the edge of a cliff, falling to pieces at any time.

"Um~what smells, so choking." Wen Xiaoai who came to Jun Moyan frowned slightly because of the smoke.

"Jun Moyan, what did you eat?" Wen Xiaoai kept waving her little hand in front of her nose.

"……It's nothing."

"You squat down and I smell it."

Jun Moyan almost didn't even think about it, and he directly cooperated and bent over and leaned in front of Wen Xiaoai.

"Open your mouth."

Jun Moyan opened his mouth slightly in cooperation.

Wen Xiaoai leaned forward, sniffed at Jun Moyan's mouth seriously, and then frowned tighter: "It's not fragrant anymore, what have you eaten?"

Jun Moyan has always had a faint smell of tobacco on his body, very weak and very good.

At the moment, it is so strong that it smells a bit unpleasant.

Jun Moyan didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on Wen Xiaoai's small face, he didn't want to move half of his eyes, he didn't even dare to blink, for fear that he would miss her a bit with one blink, and he was even more afraid of blinking. She was gone.

He seemed to remember this face deeply in his mind and in his heart.

Jun Moyan, who realized what he was doing at the moment, was instantly surrounded by endless sadness, and his heart was cruelly held together.

He suddenly reached out and hugged Wen Xiaoai into his arms, holding her very tightly, as if to rub her into his own flesh and blood, so that they would never separate again.

Jun Moyan's sudden action shocked Wen Xiaoai who was not prepared at all. After reacting, she smiled and hugged Jun Moyan back.

"Little boy..."

Jun Moyan hugged her tightly, and the moment he called out her name, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and his voice went dumb.

He smelled the faint fragrance in her hair, and his empty heart was gradually filled with something, but the fear of losing her in his heart became stronger and stronger.

When he came back from the Holy City, he always knew in his heart that they were just happy one day after another. Even if they didn't mention each other and didn't face each other, the day would come after all.

He really didn't know how he would live alone in those days without Wen Xiaoai.

"What's the matter with you? Are you unhappy?" Feeling that Jun Moyan's emotions were not right, the smile on Wen Xiaoai's face slowly converged.

"……No."

Wen Xiaoai heard the change in his voice and wanted to withdraw from his arms to see what happened to him, but Jun Moyan never let go.

"Did Feng Lidan tell you something?"

"..."

"You don’t care about him. Even if all my people don’t like you, even if people in the world don’t agree with me to marry you, I still want to be with you. Together." Wen Xiaoai hugged him tightly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"..."

"Jun Moyan, speak up."

Jun Moyan's silence at this time made Wen Xiaoai feel very insecure.

"...Well, we want to stay together all the time." Jun Moyan closed his eyes and buried all the anxiety in his heart.

If he had never felt the warmth of the sun, he could endure the cold darkness all the time...