It definitely won’t be that simple. That person has been eyeing him for a long ti, not just him, but also Ais and Gu Sheng.
Only Xiaoguai, that silly girl, is easy to fool.
"Can you find him?" Jun Moyan still felt that person seed familiar.
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, "We cultivators can easily hide our aura. Even if that person stands right in front of , if he hides his aura, I wouldn’t recognize him."
"...Hmm."
"Jun Moyan, he’s really not a bad person."
Wen Xiao’ai was willing to believe that person solely because he saved Jun Moyan.
"...Maybe."
Whether he’s good or bad, we’ll find out one day.
"Then... when will you marry ? I don’t need any formal title, just marrying is enough." Wen Xiao’ai had this on her mind for a long ti, and no matter how Jun Moyan tried to change the topic, she wouldn’t forget.
"Do you know what a formal title ans?"
Wen Xiao’ai thought for a mont, then shook her head.
Jun Moyan smiled, raised his hand, and gently touched her cheek, "A formal title refers to identity and status. If I, Jun Moyan, marry you, I will tell the whole world that you are my wife. In the future, when others ntion you, besides being Wen Xiao’ai, you’ll also be Jun Moyan’s wife, understand?"
When Jun Moyan said these words, his eyes shone with anticipation and hope.
Especially when he said "Jun Moyan’s wife," there was a greater sense of expectation and sweetness in his eyes.
The desire to marry Xiaoguai in his heart is no less than Xiaoguai’s desire to marry him.
Upon understanding what a formal title ans, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately changed her tune:
"Then I want it. Being Jun Moyan’s wife sounds particularly prestigious."
More importantly, everyone will imdiately know their relationship, which is far more impressive than being just boyfriend and girlfriend.
Jun Moyan, who was being pestered by Wen Xiao’ai and didn’t know how to respond, was saved by a phone call.
The call was from Jun Wuchen.
"Moyan, did you call the night before last for sothing? I was asleep then and missed it. Didn’t touch my phone all day yesterday and just saw it now."
The night before last?
Jun Moyan thought for a mont and guessed it must have been when Wen Xiao’ai, unable to read, accidentally called Jun Wuchen while trying to call Qing Yi.
"It’s nothing. Xiao’ai was playing with my phone and accidentally dialed out."
"I see, as long as it’s nothing. Xiao’ai sure is mischievous, cough cough..."
As they were talking, Jun Wuchen suddenly coughed. Although he moved the phone away quickly, Jun Moyan still heard it.
"What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Over the phone, Jun Wuchen couldn’t stop coughing, causing Jun Moyan to frown.
Jun Wuchen coughed for quite a while before stopping, then responded to Jun Moyan with a smile, "It’s nothing. I caught a bit of a cold from turning the air conditioner too high the night before last."
"Did you see a doctor? Have you taken any dicine?"
"Yes, I did. The doctor said it’s nothing serious, just a little cold. I’ve taken the dicine; it’s fine."
"That’s good."
"How about you? How have you been lately? Are you and Xiao’ai doing well? Grandpa told about you and Xiao’ai, and he’s very worried about you both."
"Xiao’ai and I are doing great."
"That’s good to hear."
"Second brother, have a good rest. Xiao’ai and I will visit you tomorrow."
"Really?" Jun Wuchen exclaid joyfully.
"Yes."
"Great, I’ll be waiting."
Jun Wuchen hung up the phone, held the phone in his hand, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside.
His pale face was full of smiles.
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