Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Meow~meow~meow~" Wen Xiaoai hummed while rubbing.

If this hand gets tired, change your hand and continue rubbing.

She was happy, but Jun Mo Yan Ke was uncomfortable.

"...Little boy, are you all right?"

"Not yet, what are you worried about." Wen Xiaoai stopped the movement in his hands, put both hands around his neck, and looked at him.

"What's wrong? Am I heavy?"

"No."

"Why are your ears red again?" Wen Xiaoai stretched out his hand to cover his ears, a little strange.

Jun Moyan didn't reply, but hugged Wen Xiaoai slightly to his side, bent over to put her on the bed, Wen Xiaoai immediately hugged his neck, and his legs were tightly wrapped around his waist. Refused to get off him.

"It's not finished yet."

"I will do it myself."

"No, you all help me blow my hair, and I also want to help you."

"Then I won't help you blow your hair."

Jun Moyan was a little hot-headed, and now he just wanted to let go of her, so he said this without using his brain at all. After saying it, he realized what he said.

Suddenly annoyed, he swears, this is definitely the first time he has said something wrong when he grows up so much.

"What did you say?" Wen Xiaoai was taken aback, blinked, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"It's nothing." Jun Moyan didn't dare to look at her eyes, hugged her and straightened up: "You continue to wipe."

"No more." Wen Xiaoai angrily jumped from him back to the bed, and threw the towel in his arms into his arms.

Then he lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered himself.

"Little boy."

"Don't call me, this princess has wiped someone's hair for the first time when she grows up so big, you still dislike it, you can wipe it yourself."

In fact, Wen Xiaoai is not Qi Jun Mo Yan for not letting her wipe his hair, but Qi Jun Mo Yan's sentence that he will not help her blow her hair in the future.

She didn't do anything wrong, how to say she didn't blow her hair.

Jun Moyan looked down at the towel in his hand, feeling a little at a loss.

Coming to sit down by the bed, and pulling the quilt covering her head, Wen Xiaoai clenched it tightly.

"Little boy, my hair is still dry."

"Wipe yourself."

"you help me."

"No help."

"..." Jun Mo Yan Wei sighed, and could only get up and leave...

Wen Xiaoai, who was covered in the quilt, waited for a long time and heard no more movement, so he opened the quilt and sat up.

Some anxiously looked around the room, and finally looked at the figure in the corner, blinked, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What you said, if you make you unhappy, you will be punished." Jun Mo Yan did not return to the authenticity.

The voice was as clear and indifferent as usual, but Wen Xiaoai felt that he was a little... grieved.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the back of his penalty station, some wanted to laugh, but a little angry.

"……come here."

Seeing her calling him over, Jun Moyan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly grabbed it. He turned around and came to the bed.

Wen Xiaoai got up and jumped on him again.

As soon as Jun Mo Yan reached out to catch her, Wen Xiaoai opened his mouth and bit his chin.

"Little boy..." Jun Moyan froze, feeling the blood in his body flowing back.

He is really going to be tortured crazy by this little girl.

Wen Xiaoai bit him for a long time before letting it go. Looking at the tooth marks on his chin, he was relieved a lot: "If you want to make me unhappy next time, I will bite you."

"Suffering?"

"Humph~" Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her little nose: "Will you help me blow my hair next time?"

"meeting."