"Jun Moyan, I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be your little girl."

Wen Xiaoai's throat was hoarse, and her little hands pulled up his clothes, seeking comfort.

Wen Xiaoai's words made Jun Moyan hate his identity, his incompetence, and the arrangement of fate.

If he could, even if it was an ordinary little demon, even if it was a demon, he would be willing to become that identity for her, just to be able to have the same life as her, and it was enough to be with her all the time.

But why is it an ordinary person?

Jun Moyan stretched out his hand and hugged Wen Xiaoai into his arms distressedly, and a helpless voice sounded in her ears: "Fool, you can't be my little boy for long, but you can always be a princess." ”

Wen Xiaoai hugged him back and shook her head: "I don't want to, I'd rather be a little good boy for a lifetime than a princess for my own life." ”

"Without Jun Moyan's life, I don't want to live longer."

Maybe she doesn't understand love yet, but she already knows that it can't be separated.

Feelings don't need her to understand how thoroughly and how clearly she says, in her heart, you are already above everything, that's right.

Jun Moyan closed his eyes, the arm holding her body slowly tightened, smelling the familiar smell between her hair and neck, the tighter and tighter he embraced, eager to melt her into his body, and never be separated from her for the rest of his life.

"Jun Moyan, let's go back to Wuyuan, let's go back now, I don't want to be here." Wen Xiaoai's crying voice sounded.

She reached out and nudged him, wanting him to take her back now.

She was afraid that Ye Qi would come for her in a while, and he would forcibly take her back to the demon world and never let her come out again, then she would never see Jun Moyan again.

Jun Moyan still hugged her and didn't speak.

I don't know how long it took for him to let her go.

Pulled her to the couch and sat down, took the bags of things, and opened them.

Plug the milk tea into the straw and hand it to her: "Your favorite drink." ”

Actually, he didn't go out to buy something just now.

He really left Wen Xiaoai behind and planned to go back to the capital alone.

After she cried and made trouble, she might go back to the demon world by herself in a fit of anger, and then there would be no more Jun Moyan in her life.

However, the moment he walked out of the hotel, he clearly heard the sound of his heart shattering into slag.

He got into a taxi as if he was embarrassed, trying to leave as fast as he could.

The farther away from her the better, but he had better lose.

He couldn't.

Wen Xiaoai shook her head and looked at Jun Moyan with teary eyes: "I don't want it, I won't drink it in the future, don't eat these, Jun Moyan, let's go back to Wuyuan." ”

Jun Moyan brought the milk tea to his mouth, took a sip, and said, "It's very sweet." ”

This was the third time she had asked Jun Moyan to take her back to Wuyuan tonight, but he didn't answer once.

She knew he was deliberately hiding from answering.

He worries far more than she does, and his heart is far less firm than hers.

Because she has no scruples, and is not afraid of anything for him.

And he is the opposite, what she is not afraid of, is what he is afraid of.

Wen Xiaoai climbed onto the sofa, came to Jun Moyan, knelt on his lap, rubbed his arms around his neck, and said coquettishly in his ear: "...... Jun Moyan, shall we go home? ”

Jun Mo Yan's heart was pinched fiercely, painful and cold.

In Wen Xiaoai's tone, what he heard was more pleading.

How can he be so virtuous that a noble princess can treat him like this.