"You are Xiaoguai, and I am Jun Moyan. My liking for you cannot be the same as my liking for anyone else."
Xiaoguai is his alone, liking others is one thing, but for him, she could only be the most liked.
If her liking for him was the same as her liking for others, then what difference would there be between Moyan's place in Xiaoguai's heart and anyone else's?
"Is that so?" Wen Xiao'ai still felt that it wasn't just that simple.
In the past, she thought liking was just liking, and not liking was just not liking, but now, looking at Jun Moyan, it seemed liking was more than just liking.
When she had previously talked to Jun Moyan about liking and love, she only felt happy, but now saying it made her blush a little, feel a bit shy, and her heart would thump wildly—
That never happened before.
And now, when she saw Jun Moyan, she just wanted to kiss him.
Because she wanted to perform this intimate gesture, which was dearer to her than any other, for him.
"Hmm."
