Jun Moyan held her small face in his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing beneath her eyes, while his eyes tenderly road over every part of her face.
He just looked at her like that, unwilling to get up, and even more unwilling to let go.
Although he could see Xiaoguai every day, not seeing her like this for more than ten days made it feel as though they had been apart all this ti.
Wen Xiao’ai also looked at him with that smile on her face he loved to see.
"Jun Moyan."
She couldn’t help but call his na.
"Hmm," he responded.
"Jun Moyan," she called again with a smile.
"Hmm."
"Jun Moyan."
"What’s up?" He couldn’t help but laugh.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you; I haven’t called your na in days."
"Then keep calling."
"Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao’ai wrapped her arms around his neck, calling his na over and over, getting more and more enthusiastic, and happier.
Jun Moyan’s heart softened completely, and the tender affection in his eyes almost overflowed.
He never said "I love you" to Wen Xiao’ai, but his eyes said it to her every day.
As others say, you don’t necessarily need to say you like sothing; your eyes can express it.
His love was always reserved and deep, but not silent.
She could feel it but didn’t quite understand.
The leg Wen Xiao’ai had hanging around his waist felt numb, so she subconsciously tightened her hold on his waist to prevent her leg from slipping off.
It was this action that suddenly made Jun Moyan realize sothing.
His gaze originally fixed on Wen Xiao’ai’s face uncontrollably slid downwards, and when his gaze touched upon the two curves on Wen Xiao’ai’s chest, Jun Moyan’s mind went hot, feeling like all the blood in his body was reversing.
He hurriedly shifted his gaze, unwittingly swallowing a gulp, feeling nervous.
"... Xiaoguai."
Jun Moyan spoke, interrupting Wen Xiao’ai who was enthusiastically calling his na, and realized his voice was slightly hoarse.
"What’s wrong?"
"... Let’s get up and have breakfast."
He feigned composure, showing nothing on his face, but his ears and neck were flushed red.
"I don’t want to get up yet." On a cold winter day, the bed was the most comfortable.
"Then you continue to sleep; I’ll get up first." Jun Moyan said as he tried to get up.
But Wen Xiao’ai tightened her hold around his neck and waist: "No, I want you to stay with ."
Jun Moyan’s breathing beca erratic, unable to let his eyes wander.
"I still need to go to the company later, and I have to go on a business trip in the afternoon; I told you yesterday."
"Hmph." Wen Xiao’ai frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.
"Be good, if you’re sleepy just keep sleeping. I’ll go to the company first, and this afternoon I’ll co back to take you to the airport."
"I’m not going."
Upon hearing Wen Xiao’ai say she wouldn’t go, Jun Moyan thought she was throwing a fit.
"Why aren’t you going again? Didn’t we agree yesterday?"
"I have other things, I can’t go with you."
Wen Xiao’ai wasn’t throwing a fit; she truly wasn’t going.
"What is it?" Jun Moyan wondered, puzzled about what Xiaoguai could be busy with.
"Hmm..." Wen Xiao’ai thought for a mont.
She initially wanted to tell him the Little Gray Cat in white clothes was the dicine King she ntioned before who could heal her second brother’s leg, but then thought if she told him now, Jun Moyan wouldn’t be able to go on his business trip peacefully.
Wen Xiao’ai turned her eyes, and then they lit up as she spoke mysteriously:
"When you return from your business trip, I’ll give you a surprise.
"Are you sure it’s a surprise?"
"What kind of look is that? Am I just a troublemaker in your eyes?"
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