Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai frowned and looked unhappy.

In the car that day, I told her to bite her, was it all to coax her? Did Jun Moyan dislike her kissing him at all?

Wen Xiaoai, who had been waiting for Jun Moyan's answer, suddenly felt something hard against her inner thigh.

Wen Xiaoai twisted her body uncomfortably, trying to avoid it, but the thing was still against her, and it seemed to move.

Wen Xiaoai looked down strangely and found that her leg was still hooking Jun Moyan's waist, so she retracted her leg, wanting to see what was against her.

But because Jun Moyan pressed her onto her body, the lower parts of the two were attached to each other, and Wen Xiaoai couldn't see it at all.

"Jun Moyan, something hidden in your body is licking me, it's very hot, you can't play with fire on the bed."

Across the clothes on the two of them, Wen Xiaoai felt the hot temperature.

The blue veins on Jun Moyan's forehead violently, her lips pressed tightly, her breathing was heavy, hot air sprayed on Wen Xiaoai's face, making her want to hide.

His fair skin was dyed a layer of light red, which was suffocated.

Seeing that Jun Mo Yan didn't answer her, Wen Xiaoai couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and worried that the thing was on fire, so he reached out and wanted to catch it, wanting to see what it was.

As a result, as soon as she moved, Jun Moyan took a step ahead of her, and the hand on her side directly pressed her little hand that was about to pick something up.

Wen Xiaoai was pressed with one hand, and seeing Jun Moyan deliberately prevented her from watching, her curiosity became more serious.

"You can't play with fire on the bed, take it out quickly."

As soon as Wen Xiaoai finished saying this, her other hand was already pressed before she moved.

Both hands were pressed, Wen Xiaoai was unhappy.

"Jun Moyan, what are you doing, why are you always weird."

As soon as Wen Xiaoai's voice fell, Jun Moyan crushed her whole body.

His warm lips pressed against her ears, his heavy breathing made people's heart pound, and the hot breath made Wen Xiaoai's ears itchy and his body numb.

"You really want my life."

A low-pitched magnetic voice rang in Wen Xiaoai's ears, his nose pressed a little below her ears, his eyes closed, and he tried his best to restrain himself.

His chest, which was violently undulating from breathing, pressed against her soft chest.

Jun Moyan realized that this would not make him calm down quickly, so he let go of Wen Xiaoai's hand, and after laying down on the bed from her, he immediately hugged her into his arms while pulling away from her. A safe distance.

Wen Xiaoai blinked.

Kill him?

When did she kill him?

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai glanced up, wanting to see what happened to Jun Moyan.

However, Jun Moyan kept holding her like this, with his chin resting on top of her head, not allowing her to see or speak.

Wen Xiaoai reached out and pushed him, but couldn't move at all.

"Jun Mo Yan? You say something."

"...It's okay, hold on for a while."

Hearing Jun Moyan's words, Wen Xiaoai's mood instantly cleared, and he took the initiative to squeeze into Jun Moyan's arms.

"Hehe, hug, you can hold it for as long as you want."

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai finally stopped making trouble, Jun Moyan was relieved and began to calm his mood.

He was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and do anything to scare her.

When Wen Xiaoai just noticed some changes in his body, he was really panicked.

It is full of guilt.