Jun Moyan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly into his arms, refusing to let her go.
"I really wasn’t laughing at you."
"..." Wen Xiao’ai didn’t respond.
"Xiaoguai?"
"..."
Seeing that she wasn’t responding, Jun Moyan reached out near her ear, causing Wen Xiao’ai to imdiately cover her ears, turn her head, and glare at him irritably, "What do you want to do?"
"I want you to pay attention to ."
"So, are you looking down on because I can’t write?"
"No."
"Hmph, if you dare to look down on , I’ll..."
"Hit ?" Jun Moyan asked with a smile.
"I’ll run away from ho and look for your second brother. He definitely won’t look down on ."
The smile on Jun Moyan’s face slowly vanished as he said sowhat displeased, "Why do you always bring up my second brother?"
"To annoy you."
Jun Moyan flicked her forehead lightly with his hand, both amused and irritated: "Well, you did succeed in annoying ."
Wen Xiao’ai rubbed the spot on her forehead where she’d been flicked: "Aren’t you and your second brother on good terms, why be annoyed?"
"I can give my second brother anything he wants, except for you," Jun Moyan admitted, his gaze becoming one even he didn’t understand.
"Why?"
"Got used to it."
Wen Xiao’ai looked at him, thinking if she were to go back to the Demon Clan soday and Jun Moyan got used to another cat and treated it as well as he treated her, what would she do then?
Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable inside.
She reached out to straighten his head and looked him in the eye: "Jun Moyan, you said you’d only keep , so you better keep your word."
Jun Moyan nodded slightly: "Mhm."
"Don’t just nod; you have to promise."
"I promise."
Only then did Wen Xiao’ai let go of him, feeling reassured.
Jun Moyan rubbed her little head and saved what was on his computer before turning to Wen Xiao’ai. After thinking for a mont, he made a suggestion in a negotiable tone, "How about I teach you to write? Would that be okay?"
"I don’t want to learn."
"I’m not asking you to learn all the characters, just to write your own na."
"What’s so good about writing one’s own na."
"If you don’t like it then we won’t learn, let’s go eat."
"Okay," Wen Xiao’ai imdiately got up upon hearing that and pulled Jun Moyan out the door—
That evening,
After bathing, Wen Xiao’ai wearing a new pajama Jun Moyan had soone buy for her, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes, and held a specific hand gesture to her chest with each hand.
A soft purple glow enveloped her entirely.
After a while, she finally gathered her Mana, let out a long breath, and then opened her eyes.
She thought to herself that repairing a damaged inner core was indeed tricky.
If it hadn’t been for Jun Moyan, with the condition she had been in at the ti, she would probably have had to seclude herself for a century to fully recover.
The re thought of it scared Wen Xiao’ai.
The bathroom door opened, and Jun Moyan walked out, drying his short hair.
Wen Xiao’ai imdiately got up to stand at the foot of the bed.
As soon as Jun Moyan ca over, Wen Xiao’ai reached for the towel in his hand and then leaped onto him.
Jun Moyan instinctively reached out to catch her.
With one arm around his neck and both her slender legs wrapped around his waist, Wen Xiao’ai took the towel and began drying his hair.
Hehe, I finally get to dry your hair.
"...Xiaoguai, let do it myself, go back to the bed," Jun Moyan said while holding her, his heartbeat accelerating at the thought of her lying on top of him again tonight.
"No, I want to help you dry your hair."
"How about you stand on the bed and dry my hair, is that okay?"
"No, I want you to hold ," Wen Xiao’ai refused.
"..." With no other option, Jun Moyan simply held her while she dried his hair.
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