Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Think...think." He choked.

He missed her, every moment, every minute, every second, even if his brain was working and he didn't dare to think, his heart was out of control.

For more than three years, he thought she was going crazy.

Wen Xiaoai held his face and looked at him, then raised her face and pouted her mouth and kissed Jun Moyan's forehead. After the kiss, he put his forehead on Jun Moyan's forehead again, and rubbed his fingers with him. Hot and humid cheeks said, "Don't cry."

"Okay, I don't cry." Jun Moyan looked at her close, feeling her breath, his eyes reluctant to blink.

Xiaocha wiped her tears and walked away silently, leaving space for the two of them.

Hearing him say not to cry, Wen Xiaoai smiled and said to him coquettishly: "Jun Moyan, I haven't heard you call me a boy for a long time, okay?"

"Little boy." Jun Moyan also held her small face. At this moment, he cried and laughed. After more than three years, he finally had emotions like a normal person.

This little boy, he yelled every day, but he could not yell even once, so he could only yell silently in his heart.

Wen Xiaoai smiled, kissed Jun Mo Yan's face, and rubbed his face with his face like a cat like before.

It's just that she is not as energetic as before.

"I like to hear you call me little boy. I want to listen to you every day, and finally I hear it."

Jun Moyan held her small face and kissed her gently on the cheek: "I will call you every day from now on."

"Okay." Wen Xiaoai smiled and put her forehead against Jun Moyan's forehead again. She was very tired, but she really missed him so much. She could only let Jun Moyan support her in this way. She sees him more easily, she also likes to lean on him like this, like to be so close to him.

Feeling that Wen Xiaoai has to go to sleep at any time, Jun Moyan recovered from joy. He stroked her face and asked her worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm okay, I just want to sleep, sleepy. I just woke up, not long." She dragged the ending, even speaking slowly.

"Then go to bed. When you wake up, you won't be sleepy." Jun Moyan wants to take her to bed. She is so listless now that she has to go to sleep at any time, making him very uneasy.

Wen Xiaoai refused: "No, don't sleep. I have slept for more than three years. I finally woke up. I don't want to sleep anymore. I want to see you and I want to talk to you."

As Wen Xiaoai said, tears rolled in his eyes.

Jun Moyan's heart hurts, and his voice is trembling: "...have been asleep, more than three years?"

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai wanted to cry, and wanted to cry too much.

"I don’t know where I’ve been, I don’t know where I am, there is nothing there, no people, no ghosts, no demons, no trees, no water, no people and no you. It seems that there is no time. I find Without you, there is only me, Jun Moyan, I am afraid..."

Her tears fell on his eyelids and face one by one.

Her body was completely destroyed and her soul was broken. Jun Moyan didn't know or dared to know what she had experienced over the past three years before returning.

Jun Moyan was so distressed that he couldn't speak, but his tears kept streaming. He remembered what he had done in the past three years and just wanted to slap himself twice.

She had suffered for more than three years before she came back. In the past three years, he has done nothing but waited for her. He didn't even take care of the child. He was sorry for her.