Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Jun Moyan stood under the shower, closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, hot water poured down from the top of his head, but he still felt cold all over his body.

The chest was as dull as suffocation as if it was blocked by a boulder.

Unable to bear this lonely moment, Jun Moyan directly raised his hand and turned off the shower. He didn't even have time to dry his body. He just wiped his hair casually, put on his clothes and quickly opened the bathroom door.

When he saw Wen Xiaoai sitting on the bed waiting for him quietly, his flustered heart was redeemed.

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan who was a little flustered at the bathroom door, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Jun Moyan didn't reply, he settled down and walked to the bedside.

As soon as he went to bed, he lay down holding Wen Xiaoai, and his arms couldn't help holding her tighter and tighter.

"Your hair hasn't been dry yet, I'll blow it for you." Wen Xiaoai wanted to break free from his arms as he said.

"No need to."

"No, you said you can't sleep if your hair is dry, what should you do if you catch a cold."

Unable to reach Wen Xiaoai's concern, Jun Moyan could only let her go, and then sat up with her.

Wen Xiaoai got up and took a dry towel, first dried Jun Moyan's hair, and then used a hairdryer to blow his hair.

Jun Moyan sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, just staring at Wen Xiaoai's face.

"Feng Lidan said that he was injured by someone, then fell into the human world, and fell in front of the white clothes, and then the white clothes picked him back. Do you think he looks like us?" Wen Xiaoai blew The hair smiled.

"..." Jun Moyan didn't reply, just staring at her intently.

Seeing Jun Mo Yan ignored her, Wen Xiaoai looked down at him, but saw him staring at her.

"what happened to you?"

Jun Moyan suddenly reached out and hugged her waist, buried his face in her chest, without saying a word.

Wen Xiaoai was stunned, did not say anything, but her eyes slowly dimmed, she slowed down, and continued to move on.

Actually, she knew what Jun Moyan was thinking...

But she was not as worried as Jun Moyan. She believed that as long as they persisted, nothing could hinder them.

This night, both of them hugged each other tightly, so tight that it was difficult to sleep, but they were reluctant to let go...

From one bar to another, Tsing Yi, who had been working with high quality for several days, couldn't hold it.

Once again, he broke into the messy bar with expectations, looked for the figure in the chaotic place, and finally dragged his tired body and walked out disappointed.

Such a scene has been staged countless times in these few hours.

Tsing Yi, who walked out of the bar, squatted against the wall without any image, regardless of the gaze of the people.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

Since returning to Wuyuan at 4pm, he has been looking for him for nine hours.

From the apartment to the present, he can't remember how many bars he has searched for. He only knows that he has searched for the bars around here.

Some have searched more than once.

The place where he is now is four hours' drive away from Wuyuan, unknowingly, he has found this far.

Tsing Yi covered her face with her hands and rubbed twice on her face with some rude movements, trying to cheer herself up again.

He took out the phone that was almost out of power for the call, first clicked on the text message, and after seeing no reply from the alcoholic, he dialed the alcoholic's phone again...