Just as he said those words, he wished he could bite off his own tongue.
What sort of nonsense was he spouting?
"But you used to help bathe..."
Wen Xiao’ai tugged at the sash tied around her waist and flicked her long sleeves, muttering in a small, innocent voice, "You’ve already seen everything, touched everything..."
She was no longer so embarrassed, so why was he getting embarrassed now...
Jun Moyan’s ears were burning red.
"...It’s not the sa."
"Do you not like the current ?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at him with a pair of moist eyes, sowhat aggrieved.
"No."
It was just an adjustnt.
As soon as she heard it wasn’t true, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately smiled, turned around, and scurried off to grab sothing.
Watching her retreating figure, Jun Moyan suddenly burst out laughing.
Wen Xiao’ai was indeed tiny, standing at one ter sixty-three, wrapped in his bathrobe, sleeves flailing, wearing shoes that didn’t fit, her cautious running figure was simply too adorable to resist.
As cute as could be.
Wen Xiao’ai found a hairdryer and hurried back to Jun Moyan, handing it to him.
Then she looked at him expectantly.
Jun Moyan took it and glanced at her; before he could say anything,
Wen Xiao’ai suddenly tiptoed and reached out with both hands, one hand pinching one of his ears, curiously asking, "What’s wrong with your ear? Who pinched it? Why is it so red and hot to the touch?"
Jun Moyan’s ear was pinched like that and his body stiffened, he quickly removed her hand.
"It’s nothing, just a bit hot."
"Hot? But it feels quite cool."
"...Co here, let dry your hair." Jun Moyan changed the subject, pulling her over to the bedside table and plugged in the hairdryer.
He reached out and took her wet hair out of the bathrobe to start drying it.
Wen Xiao’ai instinctively reached for the baby bottle on the bedside table, but retracted her hand just as quickly.
"It’s freshly made, you can drink it."
"ow~" Upon hearing that, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately let out a cheerful cry, grabbed the bottle, and began to drink.
She couldn’t help but twitch her small ears happily.
Jun Moyan indeed liked her as she was now, treating her just as well as he did the previous Xiaoguai.
Hearing her ow, Jun Moyan smiled.
It was the first ti he was drying a girl’s hair, and although he knew she was Xiaoguai, his hands were still nervously a bit shaky.
It took a while for him to calm down.
His fingers weaved through her hair, the familiar fragrance lingering around, with her pleasant scent filling his nostrils.
"Xiaoguai?" he suddenly called her.
"ow? What is it?" Wen Xiao’ai, who was busy with the baby bottle, took the ti to answer.
"Nothing, just felt like calling you."
"Jun Moyan, I have my own na, you know."
"Your own na?"
"Yes, my na is Wen Xiao’ai."
"Wen... Xiao’ai?" Jun Moyan repeated after her.
"Mhm." Wen Xiao’ai turned around, lifted her small head to look at him, and said with so pride, "I am the Princess of the Cat Demon Clan."
"Princess?" Jun Moyan was montarily stunned, a bit surprised.
"Of course." Wen Xiao’ai proudly wiggled her small ears.
"Heh..." Jun Moyan chuckled lightly, "No wonder you have such a temper."
"I do not, I’ve been very good."
"Do you like being called Xiaoguai?"
"I love it! I super love it when you call Xiaoguai. I don’t even like it when others call that, only when you do." Wen Xiao’ai tilted her little head and looked at Jun Moyan with a smile.
Jun Moyan’s lips curved into a smile, quite pleased with her response, "Then I won’t let others call you that."
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