Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Hey, don't cry." He muttered, comforting her softly.

Just a minute ago, he did not dare to see her as Jun Moyan.

He was afraid... he was afraid that she was afraid, that she knew his identity, feared him, blamed him, hated him, and couldn't face him.

In the same way, he didn't know how to face her because of things thousands of years ago.

During this period of time she was with Demon Venerable, he was really afraid...

But at the moment he held her and felt her truly, so he no longer panicked.

"Woo...Jun Moyan, I thought I would never see you again, I thought...I thought you were eaten by the monster just now, woo...it scared me to death." Wen Xiaoai cried I can't catch my breath.

"It's okay, I'm here."

An hour ago, he thought he would never see her again.

"I want to kill you... oooo, I almost married Ye Qi brother, almost... I almost couldn't see you, oooo..."

"I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid that you think I'm married and don't want me anymore. I'm afraid that you will be sad, afraid that you will be upset, afraid that you drink alcohol, or raise other cats. I'm afraid of the patriarch's grandmother and the others. I'm afraid...uuu..."

Wen Xiaoai didn't know how he came over this period of time.

Compared with the dangerous outside, Zi Qionglin's peaceful and hopeless waiting is even more torment and torture.

Jun Moyan wet his eyes, so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

"Hey, don't be afraid, stop crying, it's okay, no one will dare to hurt you again, and no one will be able to separate us anymore."

"Woo..."

Wen Xiaoai seemed to cry out all the suffering and grievances during this period.

Jun Moyan said nothing, but hugged her tightly, letting her cry.

Wen Xiaoai cried for more than ten minutes, his eyes were swollen, and then slowly stopped.

She let go of Jun Moyan and looked up at him slightly, touching his face with two small hands, watching carefully.

As if she couldn't believe it, the person in front of her was really him, and she really saw him.

Jun Moyan raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face. Seeing her eyes were red and swollen from crying, she felt distressed.

The two looked at each other in this way, unwilling to look away from each other's face.

"Jun Mo Yan..." Wen Xiaoai kept touching his face with two small hands, as if feeling his existence.

"I'm here," he answered.

"Did you miss me?" she asked with a sob, tears streaming down again in despair.

I know there are, but I still want to ask, want to hear him say.

"miss you."

Wen Xiaoai's nose was sour, he wanted to laugh, but couldn't help crying.

Jun Moyan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly demanded domineeringly: "Say you like me."

Wen Xiaoai finally laughed when he heard this, and said without thinking, "I like you."

"Say it."

Not enough, he hasn't heard it for a long time, and wants to hear her say it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, for a lifetime.

"Little boy likes you." The tone became a little brisk.

Still not enough.

"Say it."

"Little guy likes Jun Mo Yan." The tone went up.

"say you Love Me."

"I love you."

Jun Mo Yan was startled, and then smiled.

In my memory, Xiaoguai always said this to him with his name and last name, but this time he did not.

It seems that his little boy has grown up and understands a lot.

"Said to be with me forever."

"Xiaoguai wants to be with Jun Moyan all the time, uh..."

As soon as the voice fell, Jun Moyan's warm lips covered her, one hand wrapped her waist and the other hand over the back of her head, bringing her closer to himself.