"Got a shower?" He asked again.

"Well, I'm done." Wen Xiaoai stood up from the sofa as she spoke, letting Jun Moyan see the pajamas she was wearing.

Then sit down on the couch again.

"Didn't wash your hair?"

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

“…… I'll be back tomorrow night. ”

"I'll have to wait until tomorrow night, then I'll have to sleep alone again tonight." Wen Xiaoai frowned, a little unhappy.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was unhappy, and thought of what she said, she couldn't sleep before, she was meditating or cultivating, and she wasn't as clingy as she is now, she just stuck to him...... Jun Mo Yan's heart felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he couldn't tell what it tasted like.

You rely on me so much, what will you do if you really leave me in the future......

Jun Moyan's eyes darkened slightly, opened his mouth, and admonished: "Cover the quilt when you sleep at night." ”

"No."

"Obedient."

"It's not cold."

"Girls are prone to colds."

"Oh, I remember~"

"By the way, Jun Moyan, where are you now, are you going to sleep here tonight?" Wen Xiaoai looked at the unfamiliar background behind Jun Moyan, and felt that it was a bit similar to the hotel where Bai Lao stayed last time.

"Hmm."

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

"Let's go up and talk, and sleep while talking." Wen Xiaoai said and picked up the notebook, got up and went upstairs.

I went back to my room, put my notebook on the bed, and lay down.

"Jun Moyan, you also go to bed like me, let's talk while we sleep."

"Okay."

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

"You come closer." Wen Xiaoai beckoned to him.

Jun Moyan took the phone closer.

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

couldn't help but think of the time when he kissed Jun Moyan last night, his little face couldn't help but flush slightly, and his heart beat faster.

Wen Xiaoai withdrew her hand and covered the sides of her cheeks.

Hmm~It's hot~

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai, whose cheeks were flushed and looked shy, a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm...... Jun Mo Yan, are there many kinds of likes? ”

"Why do you ask?"

In her heart, doesn't like it mean that she likes it, why would she suddenly ask like this.

"Because...... Because...... I don't know how to say it, anyway, I like you, and I don't seem to like other people. ”

She likes a lot of people, likes Xiaocha, likes Tsing Yi, likes the second brother, likes grandpa, likes the patriarch and grandmother, likes Brother Ye Qi, and a lot more, but these likes are different from Jun Moyan's likes.

She couldn't tell what was different.

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

But if one day Brother Ye Qi marries, becomes a husband and wife with someone else, and lives happily with others, just like her and Jun Moyan.

Then she may be a little jealous, afraid that Ye Qi will ignore her in the future, afraid that Brother Ye Qi will not hurt her as much as before, but she will still be very happy, because as long as Brother Ye Qi is happy and happy.

But Jun Moyan can only marry her, not others.

That's how different it is.

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

Obviously, he still has those eyes, but he always feels that there is something more, but he can't say anything more.

Not the same kind?