Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Facing such innocent and childish Wen Xiaoai, Jun Moyan is really a little... helpless and unable to start.

"Huh~"

Wen Xiaoai snorted emotionally, and asked Jun Moyan seriously with a face: "You are not allowed to despise me, you should love me like a little boy."

"..."

"Did you hear me?"

"……heard it."

"Tell me good night."

"……good night."

"It's pretty much the same." Wen Xiaoai sat down again with satisfaction, leaning his face against his chest, habitually rubbing.

Then while absorbing the energy from him, he closed his eyes and went to bed obediently.

She slept, but Jun Moyan was in trouble.

Putting aside other things, I can’t sleep with a body lying on my body more than 80 kilograms~

Jun Moyan tensed all over, did not dare to move out of the air, did not dare to move, the hand hanging on his side was clenched into a fist because of tension.

Looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, he tried his best not to think about it, while brainwashing himself that she is a good boy, while forcing himself to sleep.

However, this is...somewhat difficult.

She wore two thin clothes on her body, nothing else, and neither of these two clothes could cover her legs. She couldn't sleep well, and her legs liked to move around.

Especially a certain part of her chest, completely attached to his body, can feel the softness through the clothing...

Jun Moyan was not only sleepy, but also getting more and more energetic.

Throwing those messy things out of the brain, reaching out to take the phone on the bedside table to read the news, and distract myself.

I just couldn't reach it, and I was afraid of waking her who had just fallen asleep, so I had to give up and just look at the ceiling like this.

I was thinking of a bunch of new weapon designs in my mind. The first two minutes were okay. I thought about it very seriously, but I thought about it later. One inadvertently thought about Wen Xiaoai.

Every time he came back to his senses, Jun Moyan wanted to hit himself with a hammer.

"Little boy?"

After half an hour, Jun Moyan tentatively called her out.

"Meow~"

Wen Xiaoai didn't know if he heard it, or he was talking about dreaming, and he didn't know if he meowed softly.

Jun Moyan was afraid that she was not asleep, so he waited for a few more minutes, then slowly wrapped her hands around the person on her body, hugged her carefully to her side, and gently placed her next to her pillow.

In the process of putting her next to him, Jun Moyan held his breath completely, (crab) mentally concentrated.

Seeing that she just moved and rubbed the pillow, but was not awakened, Jun Moyan exhaled.

The whole person is relaxed.

She got up, pulled the quilt and wrapped her whole body tightly, especially her legs, without showing a little bit, so she lay down at ease.

He stared at the ceiling for two minutes, then turned his head to look at Wen Xiaoai by the pillow.

Looking at it, I was a little lost.

He moved his body lightly, and couldn't help but leaned over.

Face to face with Wen Xiaoai, at a distance of no more than ten centimeters, Jun Moyan could smell her familiar and favorite milk scent in her breath, which was particularly good.

"Meow~"

Sleeping Wen Xiaoai didn't know if she was drinking milk or was addicted to her milk in her dream, but she tried several times with her little mouth, which was so cute.

Jun Moyan looked at her small appearance asking for milk, and a smile gradually spread across his mouth.

He moved forward again, getting closer to Wen Xiaoai, and the smell of milk became stronger and stronger. .

He just looked at Wen Xiaoai, and couldn't help saying something in his heart: his little boy, he looks really good.