"It's okay to drink."

Seeing that Jun Moyan really drank the water, Wen Xiaoai was overjoyed, and her mood was much better.

She took another sip of water and continued to feed him as she had done before.

"You must not dislike me."

Wen Xiaoai became more and more energetic the more she fed, and she felt a little funny, and she wanted to feed him all the water in the bottle, but she was afraid that he would hold on.

After feeding for the last time, when she was about to leave his lips, Wen Xiaoai's mind involuntarily popped up the picture of Jun Moyan taking the initiative to kiss her in the car.

Wen Xiaoai lowered her eyes and looked at Jun Mo Yan's thin lips, which were still a little pale, and her little face began to get hot.

"Meow~"

"You don't seem to like kissing me."

She whispered.

She kissed him every day, kissed him many times, but he really rarely kissed her.

Doesn't he like kisses?

But don't you like it, Jun Mo Yan obviously likes her.

Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips, and then took the initiative to put her little face on Jun Moyan's lips.

"This side is also close."

As she spoke, she changed her face again, and took the initiative to let Jun Moyan kiss her.

That's it.

After that, he turned Jun Moyan over again, let him lie on the bed, and lay down on his side, biting the bottle while looking at Jun Moyan.

Thinking that Jun Moyan would wake up tomorrow, Wen Xiaoai was very happy.

She leaned towards Jun Moyan one by one, stretching out her little hand to touch his face from time to time, and couldn't help but want to kiss him when she looked at Jun Moyan's good-looking face.

I just can't control my liking for him.

Soon, Wen Xiaoai fell asleep.

"You go take a shower first, I'll cook two bowls of noodles." Tsing Yi said to the drunkard.

"Okay." The drunkard responded, came to the bedside, reached out and picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table, and was just about to drink a few sips to refresh himself, fill his stomach, and relieve his mouth by the way, when he felt a gaze stop on him.

The drunkard turned around and saw Tsing Yi, who had just said that he was going to cook noodles, standing at the door looking at him.

The drunkard smiled a little awkwardly, plugged the mouth of the wine gourd, and then put it back on the bedside table, and said:

"I don't drink anymore."

Tsing Yi at the door walked in again, turned around and poured a glass of warm water for the drunkard.

Hand it to him.

“…… If you can, you can not drink it, but you will not drink it in the future. ”

Although he knew that quitting alcohol might be more difficult for him than quitting drugs, if he continued to drink like this, his body would really collapse.

"Okay."

The drunkard smiled and reached out to take the water from his hand.

Seeing that the drunkard agreed so easily, Tsing Yi was a little surprised, but a little expected.

After all, the drunkard has been ...... lately Well...... I can't say it, but in short, the two get along very well.

"Then I'll go downstairs and cook noodles."

"Hmm."

Tsing Yi was about to go out again, but he heard a sound of footsteps, and the next moment, the figure in white rushed in.

He also held a little gray cat in his arms, and carried a large bag of small toys, snacks, and bottles.

"What are you doing?"

Tsing Yi asked knowingly.

I knew what he was doing with my toes.

"Let's squeeze together tonight."

Bai Yi smiled, walked in directly, put down the bag of things, and then gently put the little gray cat in his arms on the bed.

"Don't put it in bed."

Although Tsing Yi likes cats, he can't accept cats making noise in his bed.

"It's clean, I bathe him a lot, it's not dirty." Bai Yi said.

"Shedding."

"No, it doesn't shed, it's very well-behaved, and it doesn't run around." Bai Yi said, squatting down on the side of the bed, touching the little gray cat's little head, and then handed it the bottle.