Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"The forehead is not hot, but the face is hot." Wen Xiaoai touched her forehead and moved her hand to Jun Moyan's face. The temperature of this hot hand made her worry: "Is it sick? Why is it sweating again? It's hot."

"No, it's just a little hot." Jun Moyan's expression was a little unnatural.

"Yes? The weather has turned cold these past two days."

"...Please change my dressing first." Jun Moyan took away the little hand on his face.

"Oh." Wen Xiaoai immediately walked around behind Jun Moyan. She wanted to cast a small spell to get his bandage away, but when she thought of how Jun Moyan was injured, she decided to remove the bandage by herself.

Wen Xiaoai took the scissors, carefully cut the bandage, and removed it for him in circles.

Jun Moyan took advantage of this time to quickly suppress the restless desire in his heart.

The bandage was slowly removed, exposing the wound.

Wen Xiaoai was holding the bandage stained with blood stains in his hand and looked at the ugly scary wound on his back.

Alcoholic medicine works very well, and the wound has scabbed in only two days, but the wound is too deep, and if it is accidentally affected, it will definitely ooze blood.

Wen Xiaoai reached out and touched his back and looked at the wound on his back. He couldn't help his nose sore and his eyes were red.

"...Does it hurt?" Wen Xiaoai asked with a dumb voice, and immediately added: "You have to tell the truth."

Jun Moyan, who just wanted to say that it hurts, heard Wen Xiaoai's words and honestly replied: "It hurts."

"It's okay, it will be fine in a few days, I am a man, not so afraid of pain."

Jun Moyan smiled and comforted.

He felt Wen Xiaoai’s breath suddenly approaching. The next moment, a soft and warm thing stuck to the skin beside his wound. It was strange, but some familiar touch made Jun Moyan startled. The pupils suddenly shrank, and the peaks of the eyebrows wrinkled, hurriedly said: "...Little boy."

He subconsciously tilted his head and wanted to see Wen Xiaoai behind him.

"Kiss will not hurt anymore."

Wen Xiaoai cried a little, and a soft voice sounded.

Jun Mo Yan slightly exhaled, did not speak, but couldn't help but smile.

Well, it does not hurt anymore.

Wen Xiaoai put the removed bandage aside and began to apply medicine to Jun Moyan.

At this time, she was more serious than ever, and she didn't dare to be distracted at all, for fear that one of them might hurt him by accident.

Blow on his wounds from time to time, feeling that it will not hurt so much.

"Okay, I'll just say I will change it, not that great." Finally, he was re-applied with good medicine and changed the bandage, Wen Xiaoai felt a lot better.

"Awesome." Jun Moyan smiled, looking at Wen Xiaoai's red eyes because of his heartfelt love for him, thinking that there is such a person who treats him, not to mention just being hurt, it is really lost for her. That is also his willingness.

Wen Xiaoai sat down in Jun Mo Yan's arms and looked at him and said, "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, don't block it for me. I have a lot of life and can't die. If you have anything to do, who will support me in the future? ."

Jun Moyan supported Wen Xiaoai's neck with both hands, and part of her slender fingers were submerged in her long hair. The thumbs rubbed the corners of her eyes and looked at her eyes and said: "No matter how badly the body is injured, I can Resisting, it’s only my heart, but I can’t resist a bit of injury. Protecting you is also protecting myself."

"...Am I more important than you?" Wen Xiaoai couldn't help but tears in her eyes.

"You are more important than anything." Jun Moyan's eyes flashed with determination.