"Meow~Meow~Meow~" Wen Xiaoai hummed while wiping.

When this hand gets tired, change the hand and continue to rub.

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

“…… Little girl, okay? ”

"Not yet, what are you anxious about?" Wen Xiaoai stopped what she was doing, put both hands around his neck, and looked at him.

"What's wrong? Am I heavy? ”

"It's not."

"Why are your ears red again?" Wen Xiaoai reached out and covered his ears, a little strange.

Jun Moyan didn't reply, but hugged Wen Xiaoai and leaned down slightly, bent down and wanted to put her on the bed, Wen Xiaoai immediately hugged his neck, and his two legs were also wrapped around his waist, refusing to get off him.

"I haven't finished wiping it yet."

"I'll do it myself."

"No, you can help me blow my hair, and I will help you too."

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

Jun Moyan was a little hot-headed, and now he just wanted to let go of her, so he didn't say it before he could say it in his brain, and only after saying it did he react to what he said.

Immediately annoyed, he swore that this was definitely the first time he had said the wrong thing when he was so old.

"What did you say?" Wen Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, blinked, and wondered if she had heard it wrong.

"Nothing." Jun Moyan didn't dare to look at her eyes, hugged her and straightened up: "You continue to wipe it." ”

"Don't wipe it." Wen Xiaoai jumped back on the bed from him in a huff and threw the towel in his hand into his arms.

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

"Little girl."

"Don't call me, it's the first time this princess has grown so big to wipe someone's hair, you still don't like it, you can wipe it yourself."

In fact, Wen Xiaoai was not angry Jun Moyan who didn't let her wipe his hair, but Qi Jun Moyan didn't help her blow her hair in the future.

She didn't do anything wrong, how can she say that if she doesn't blow her hair, she won't blow it.

Jun Moyan lowered his eyes and looked at the towel in his hand, and he was a little overwhelmed.

came to the edge of the bed and sat down, and pulled the quilt covering her head, but Wen Xiaoai clenched it tightly.

"Little girl, my hair hasn't dried yet."

"Wipe it yourself."

"You help me."

"No."

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

Wen Xiaoai, who was covered in the quilt, waited for a while and didn't hear any more movement, so she lifted the quilt and sat up.

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

"As you said, if you make you unhappy, you will be punished." Jun Mo Yan didn't return to the tunnel.

The voice was as clear and indifferent as usual, but Wen Xiaoai felt that he was a little ...... when he listened to it Grievance.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the back of his punishment stand, and wanted to laugh, but she was a little angry.

“…… You come here. ”

Seeing her call him over, the corners of Jun Moyan's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and then quickly disappeared, he turned around and came to the bedside.

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 good ......" Jun Moyan froze, feeling that the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

He's going crazy to be tortured by this little girl.

Wen Xiaoai bit him for a while before relenting, looking at the few tooth marks on his chin, his anger disappeared a lot: "If you make me unhappy next time, I'll bite you." ”

"Not angry?"

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

"Yes."