Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Have a shower?" he asked again.

"Well, I'm done washing it." Wen Xiaoai stood up from the sofa and let Jun Moyan see the pajamas he was wearing.

Then he sat down on the sofa again.

"Don't wash your hair?"

"I don't want to wash my hair, you can't blow it to me after washing it."

"...I will rush back tomorrow night."

"I have to wait for tomorrow night, then I want to sleep alone tonight." Wen Xiaoai frowned, a little unhappy.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai with an unhappy face, and thought of what she said, she used to meditate or practice without sleeping, and would not cling to people like she is now, just stick to him... Jun Moyan felt like It was like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, and couldn't tell what it was like.

You depend on me so much, and if you really leave me in the future, what should you do...

Jun Moyan looked dark in his eyes, opened his mouth, and exhorted: "You must cover the quilt at night."

"No cover."

"obedient."

"It's not cold."

"Girls get cold easily."

"Oh, I remember it~"

"By the way, Jun Moyan, where are you now? Are you going to sleep here tonight?" Wen Xiaoai looked at the strange background behind Jun Moyan, and felt a bit like the hotel where Mr. Bai lived last time.

"Ok."

"It's not good at all, the bed doesn't look as comfortable as our big bed."

"Let's go upstairs and talk while sleeping." Wen Xiaoai said, picking up the notebook, got up and went upstairs.

Back to the room, put the notebook on the bed, and lie down.

"Jun Moyan, you go to bed like me, and we fall asleep and talk."

"it is good."

Jun Moyan nodded lightly, put the dry towel in his hand aside, and then went to bed and lay down.

"You get closer." Wen Xiaoai beckoned at him.

Jun Moyan brought the phone closer.

Wen Xiaoai smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Jun Moyan's face on the computer screen.

I couldn't help but think of the moment I kissed Jun Mo Yan last night, my face couldn't help but flushed slightly, and my heart beat faster.

Wen Xiaoai retracted his hand and covered both sides of his cheeks.

Um~ so hot~

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai with red cheeks and a shy face, a little strange.

"what happened?"

"Um... Jun Moyan, are there many kinds of likes?"

"Why did you ask so?"

In her heart, doesn't it mean to like it? How come she suddenly asks that.

"Because...because...I don't know how to say it. Anyway, I like you. It seems that I don't like others the same way."

She likes a lot of people, like Xiaocha, like Tsing Yi, like second brother, like grandfather, like patriarch grandma, like Ye Qi brother, there are so many, but these likes are different from Jun Moyan's likes.

She couldn't tell the difference.

For example, her favorites are Ye Qi and Jun Moyan.

But if one day Ye Qi gets married, he becomes a husband and wife with others, and lives with them happily, just like she and Jun Moyan do.

Then she may be a little bit vinegar, afraid that Ye Qi will ignore her in the future, and I am afraid that Ye Qi will not love her as much as before, but she will still be very happy, because as long as Ye Qi is happy and happy.

But Jun Moyan can only marry her, not anyone else.

It's so different.

Jun Moyan heard Wen Xiaoai's words and looked at her eyes.

Obviously they still had those eyes, but he always felt that there was something more, but he couldn't say much.

Not the same kind of like?