Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai came to him and stretched out his pink front paws on the palm of his hand.

Sure enough, at the moment when the two of them were in contact, the mysterious energy that could heal her injury suddenly poured into her body.

Wen Xiaoai squinted his eyes slightly comfortably, enjoying it very much.

While absorbing his energy, Wen Xiaoai did not forget to raise his little furry head and look at Jun Moyan with a pair of beautiful big dark blue eyes.

She was showing good wishes to him.

No way, the cat was under the eaves and had to bow his head.

Although her cat fell into the Pingyang, but fortunately, she was not deceived by the bad dog.

Jun Moyan pressed his thumb lightly on the little paw that rested on its palm, and said softly:

"Thank you."

Ok?

Thank you?

What do you mean?

Before Wen Xiaoai could react, Jun Moyan hugged him directly from the ground.

This sudden increase in height caused Wen Xiaoai to call out directly.

"Meow~"

It's not that she is timid, it's that she is now small in size, coupled with the superior height of a human being... If you don't have a fear of heights, you will be forced out of a fear of heights.

Jun Moyan didn't notice her discomfort. Seeing it struggling, he thought he was afraid of him.

Holding it gently in his arms, Jun Moyan began to look at the injuries on her body.

Wen Xiaoai originally wanted to jump away from this huge height, but at the moment when he was held in his arms, the originally weak mysterious energy began to become rich, making her reluctant to leave.

Wen Xiaoai gradually discovered that the mysterious energy seemed to come from this person's heart.

Wen Xiaoai moved his paws, trying to climb to the position of his heart, where the energy must be stronger.

"do not move."

His deep and mellow voice, like red wine, sounded from above, sultry, making Wen Xiaoai almost lost her soul.

Ma yeah, Ben Meow is teased to death, this human voice sounds a bit foul.

Seeing that the little thing in his arms was settled, Jun Moyan glanced at it.

But seeing it open a pair of big dark blue eyes, staring at him in a daze, this cute little appearance made Jun Moyan laugh dumbly.

This smile directly caught Wen Xiaoai's eyes.

But the next moment, the faint smile on his face froze.

The smile gradually diminished, and a pair of sword eyebrows were slightly frowned. The expression in his eyes was complicated, as if he had seen something incredible.

The hand he was looking at Wen Xiaoai's injury also stopped.

But it was only a moment, and then I was looking for something on her in disbelief.

How come, why is the wound gone?

No, it should be said to be cured.

It was because there was a shallow scar where it was wounded by a gunshot. Although it is hard to see if there is hair blocking it, it does.

No matter how much Jun Moyan has experienced, no matter how calm he is, he is a little uneasy at this moment.

If it weren't for the blood stains on its body, plus the eyes that recognized it and remembered its sound, Jun Moyan would have doubted whether this cat was the one that blocked his gun before.

Wen Xiaoai was stunned by Jun Moyan's smile, but it didn't take a few seconds to see him frowning, which made her very unhappy.

She hasn't seen enough yet.

Wen Xiaoai didn't know where he was courageous, and even stretched out his small paw to pull a smile on his face.

Reluctantly she couldn't reach at all.

Wen Xiaoai only remembered when he felt Jun Moyan rummaging on her.

Broken, the wound on her body... he wouldn't doubt it, would he?

Don’t think of her as a monster, just blow her up...

Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but shiver.

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the room.

Then the figure in white clothes appeared at the door of the room.

There was sweat on his forehead, and the horrified expression looked like hell, and what he said was really...hell.

"San Shao, San Shao, I'm hell."