Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"I can laugh, it does not seem to hurt." Jun Moyan let go of her hand, a little annoyed by her reaction.

Wen Xiaoai blinked, a little strange.

Why does he seem unhappy again.

Wen Xiaoai reached out and broke Jun Moyan's face: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay."

"Obviously something is wrong. Did that nasty dad bully you? Tell me, I will help you bully back."

Hearing her words, Jun Mo Yan's heart softened, and he took her hand again and looked:

"Knowing to help me get ahead, why don't I know to protect myself."

It was obviously a blaming word, but it was a distressed tone.

"Hey." Wen Xiaoai smiled, it turns out that he cares about himself.

"If you care, just say it directly, why do you still pretend to be angry."

"I am angry with myself."

He was angry that he shouldn't have kept her just now, and let Shangguanyu look at her.

"Are you angry with yourself again? Why? Why are you always angry with yourself."

"Am I angry with myself before?"

"Of course there is, did you forget?"

Wen Xiaoai opened his eyes wide, and seemed a little unhappy that Jun Moyan had forgotten what happened between them.

"..." Jun Mo Yan thought for a while, really didn't have any impression.

Seeing that she really couldn't remember, Wen Xiaoai frowned and said angrily: "Last time you gave me a drink. I didn't drink it. Don't you get angry? He said that you were angry with yourself. "

It turned out to be this, Jun Moyan remembered.

"Do you remember so clearly?"

"Of course, I remember everything between us clearly, but you, forgot."

Wen Xiaoai snorted dissatisfiedly.

"I didn't forget."

Wen Xiaoai glanced at him, still unhappy.

"I really didn't forget."

He really hasn't forgotten, he can say everything that happened from picking her home to the present.

It's just that she suddenly mentioned one of the things that he couldn't remember for a while.

Seeing that she was still unhappy, Jun Moyan didn't know how to coax her, rubbed the bruise on her wrist with the thumb of her thumb, and asked again: "Does the hand really hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts to death." Wen Xiaoai stamped his foot angrily.

With her behavior like a child, Jun Moyan couldn't help but want to laugh: "Didn't you just say it hurts?"

"When I say it hurts, it hurts." Wen Xiaoai looked at him angrily.

"Then go back and I will rub some medicine for you."

"No, it hurts to death." Wen Xiaoai withdrew his hand.

Jun Mo Yanwei sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the back of her head: "I promise you that I will remember everything that happened between us in the future."

"...Really?"

"Ok."

"But what if you just remembered it when you wanted me to remind you like just now?"

"Will not."

"I said in case, what if you can't remember it?"

Jun Mo Yan Wei pursed the corner of his lower lip, remembering what Wen Xiaoai said last time, biting him if she made her unhappy.

"...Let you bite me."

"Where to bite?"

"Bite... hand."

"No, I will bite your face, bit your ear, bit your chin, bit your mouth."

The last place made Jun Moyan's face a little unnatural, and his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to instill in her another idea of ​​men and women.

But he opened his mouth and said, "You can't bite your mouth."

"why?"

"There is no why."

"Hmph, you don't let me bite, I want to bite, and if you make me unhappy in the future, I will bite your mouth, and just bite your mouth."