"Okay."
"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to send away."
"What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly saying these things?" Jun Moyan noticed sothing off in her emotions and voice.
"...I’m afraid you won’t want ." Just thinking about how insistent Jun Moyan had been about sending her away earlier, Wen Xiao’ai’s nose felt sour, and she wanted to cry.
"How could that be."
Jun Moyan lifted his hand and hugged her back.
He knew she must be feeling very insecure, coming to this strange world, especially after the last ti he sent her away and she had to go to Holy City by herself to look for a ho.
"That’s exactly why..." Wen Xiao’ai murmured a soft complaint, her arms around his neck tightening.
"It won’t."
Jun Moyan confidently stated, his large hand covering the back of her head, gently stroking it patiently.
After a while, seeing that Wen Xiao’ai still showed no sign of letting go of him.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan tried to remove her arms from around his neck, wanting to look at her, but Wen Xiao’ai clung on tightly unwilling to let go.
"Let go first."
"I won’t..." Wen Xiao’ai’s voice sounded very wronged, as if she had been bullied.
"Has sothing happened?"
Jun Moyan felt more and more that sothing was off. Last ti when the matter of her being an orphan was brought up, she cried but acted as if everything was fine the next day, but this ti it seed worse than the last.
Thinking back carefully, wasn’t everything fine today at the company, and she also seed very happy after returning?
Glancing at the broken bottle and the plush toy on the floor, Jun Moyan said, "Is it because the bottle and toys are broken? I will buy you new ones tomorrow."
"I don’t need those, all I want is for you to promise that no matter what happens, you can’t not want ."
"You are soone I took in; of course, I won’t abandon you."
This little creature, why would she suddenly fear that he wouldn’t want her?
He was actually more afraid that one day she would return to the Demon Clan and not want him...
"You said it, rember that."
"Of course."
Only then did Wen Xiao’ai let go of him and sat back on the bed, gazing at him with eager eyes, and spoke in a babyish tone:
"Jun Moyan, my bottle is broken."
"I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow." Jun Moyan lifted his hand and pinched her little face.
Seeing her eyes reddening, he wondered if she was hosick from practicing spells, or if she had angered herself while playing with toys.
"I want you to buy it for , not Qing Yi, and it has to be exactly the sa."
"Okay."
Wen Xiao’ai felt much better.
After staring at Jun Moyan for a while, she hesitated and finally asked,
"Jun Moyan, if I do sothing wrong, will you be angry with ?"
What Wen Xiao’ai referred to was the incident where she secretly erased his mory.
"No."
"Really?"
"It’s normal for children to make mistakes."
Wen Xiao’ai happily hugged him, feeling as if all her burdens were lifted away.
"Jun Moyan, I love you to death."
After saying this, she suddenly rembered sothing, let go of him, sat up straight, and asked seriously, "Is it bad to casually say like and love?"
"You can say it to , but not to others."
"Okay, then I’ll tell you every day." Wen Xiao’ai showed her little canines, smiling as she spoke.
"Tell what?" Jun Moyan looked at her with a playful smile, knowingly asking.
"I’m telling you I love you, I like you."
"I didn’t hear you clearly."
"I love you, I like you." Wen Xiao’ai raised her voice.
"Did you hear it clearly this ti?"
"Hmm." Jun Moyan nodded slightly, the corners of his lips curling up, his eyes never leaving Wen Xiao’ai’s face.
"All right, go take a shower, and after that, you can tuck into bed." Wen Xiao’ai pushed his leg with her hand.
"Okay."
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