Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Just as he said this, he wanted to bite off his tongue.

What are you talking about?

"But you used to bathe me..."

Wen Xiaoai pulled on the belt tied around his waist, shook his long sleeves, and murmured innocently, "I have been seen and touched all by you..."

She is not so ashamed anymore, why is he still ashamed...

Jun Moyan's ears were red and hot.

"...That's different."

"Do you dislike me now?" Wen Xiaoai opened a pair of wet eyes, looking at him aggrievedly.

"No."

Just not used to it.

As soon as it was not, Wen Xiaoai smiled immediately, turned around and trot to get something.

Jun Moyan looked at her back and suddenly laughed out loud.

Wen Xiaoai's skeleton is really small. He is 1.63 meters tall, wrapped in his bathrobe, flicking two sleeves, and wearing ill-fitting shoes. This figure that runs cautiously makes people laugh.

How cute and cute.

Wen Xiaoai turned out the hair dryer, ran back to Jun Moyan, and gave him the hair dryer.

Then looked at him expectantly.

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand to take it, glanced at her, and didn't say anything.

Wen Xiaoai suddenly stood on tiptoe, stretched out two hands, pinched his ear with one hand, and asked curiously:

"What's wrong with your ears? Who is pulling them? Why are they so red and hot."

Jun Mo Yan's ears were pulled by her like this, and he was startled, and he reached out and took away her hand.

"It's okay, it's a bit hot."

"Is it hot? It's cool."

"...Come here and I will blow your hair." Jun Moyan broke the subject, pulled her to the bedside table, and plugged the hair dryer in.

He reached out and took her wet hair out of the bathrobe, and started blowing her hair.

Wen Xiaoai subconsciously reached out to get the bottle on the bedside table, but when he stretched it out, he retracted it again.

"Just soaked, you can drink it."

"Meow~" Wen Xiaoai yelled happily when he heard it, took the bottle and started drinking.

Can't help but move two small ears.

Jun Mo Yan really likes her now, as good as she is to the little boy before.

Jun Moyan smiled when she heard her meow.

It was the first time to blow a girl's hair. Although I knew she was a good boy, my hands were still a little too nervous to control.

It took a while to calm down.

She passed her hair through her fingers, and the familiar fragrance lingered between her fingers. The tip of his nose was full of the good smell of her.

"Little boy?" He called her suddenly.

"Meow? What are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai, who was holding the bottle drinking milk, took the time to respond.

"It's okay, I just want to call you."

"Jun Moyan, I have my own name."

"Your name?"

"Well, my name is Wen Xiaoai."

"Wen...Xiao Ai?" Jun Moyan followed.

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai turned around, raised his head to look at him, and said with some pride: "I am the princess of the cat demon clan."

"Princess?" Jun Mo Yan was taken aback, a little surprised.

"Of course." Wen Xiaoai moved her little ear triumphantly.

"Heh..." Jun Moyan laughed lightly, "No wonder he has such a bad temper."

"Why, I'm already pretty good."

"Then do you like the name Xiaoguai?"

"I like it, I really like you to call me Xiaoguai, I don't like to hear others call me Xiaoguai, I like to listen to you." Wen Xiaoai tilted his head and looked at Jun Moyan with a smile. .

Jun Moyan's lips twitched, and he was very satisfied with her answer: "After that, no one will be called."