Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

When Wen Xiaoai heard this, he immediately vomited the bubbles in his mouth, and asked Jun Mo Yan eagerly:

"I'm dreaming? What did I say?"

She thought of many ways and couldn't remember what she had dreamed.

These dreams have made me feel bad recently.

"Um..." Jun Moyan thought about it seriously.

"You have said a lot, and it seems to be to one person."

"Yes, it's the same person." Wen Xiaoai was even more excited.

I don't know where this tension comes from.

"So all the dreams you have during this time are dreams of the same person?" Jun Moyan asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, I have been dreaming of a strange man recently. I seem to know him, but I don't seem to know him."

"Man? Who?" Jun Moyan couldn't help frowning, suddenly feeling unhappy.

"I just don't know, I can dream of him every night, but I can't remember every time I wake up."

"..."

"Hurry up and tell me, what dreams did I say?"

"I don't remember." Jun Moyan reached out and pinched the sides of her cheeks, put the toothbrush into her mouth, and continued to brush her teeth.

"You think about it..."

"Don't speak! Brush your teeth."

"..." Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan, who was suddenly unhappy, frustrated.

"At night, I took some medicine to calm the nerves with the drunkard. The medicine is very effective. After taking it, I won't dream." Jun Mo Yan said.

"If you don't eat, I still have to dream, and I still have to dream of the man."

If she doesn't figure out who the man in the dream is, she can't eat anything, she feels like a pimple in her heart, which makes people tickling and crazy.

"No."

The simple-minded Wen Xiaoai didn't know that Jun Moyan was feeling sour at this moment.

"Why don't you even have a dream?" Wen Xiaoai felt that Jun Moyan was a little unreasonable.

"You dream of eating, dreaming of playing, dreaming of me, dreaming of girls, but not men."

"why?"

"There is no reason, just not allowed."

"Hmph, you slept in a dream last time, I didn't even talk about you."

"I didn't dream of a girl again."

"Neither did I. I dreamt of a boy."

"...I bit you if you are not obedient."

"Bite you."

Wen Xiaoai rolled up his sleeves and generously stretched his white and tender arm to his mouth.

"..."

Jun Moyan lowered his eyes and looked at the arm beside his mouth, took her hand away from his mouth directly, then lowered his head, directly opened his mouth and bit Wen Xiaoai's fleshy little face.

The moment I bit her, all the imbalances in my heart disappeared.

Wen Xiaoai didn't expect that Jun Moyan was really willing to bite her, and even bit her face, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"...It doesn't hurt." Wen Xiaoai said angrily.

Jun Moyan looked at the white and tender little face close at hand, his mouth was as sweet and soft as a marshmallow, and it made his teeth itchy, wishing to swallow her into his stomach.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai's angrily, he exerted a little force in a mischievous manner.

Who knows Wen Xiaoai still said: "It still doesn't hurt."

But the voice was obviously wronged.

Jun Mo Yan relaxed, and then gave her a little peck on her cheeky cheek.

The eyes that were full of grievances were suddenly replaced by surprises. Wen Xiaoai's eyes widened and looked at Jun Moyan, her small face flushed.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai stupidly, smiled, and washed her face after twisting the towel.

Wen Xiaoai came back to his senses, and covered the place where he had been kissed with two small hands.

"Don't wash it off."