"So heavy." Wen Xiao'ai reached out to push him, but couldn't move him at all.
Jun Moyan buried his face in her neck, gently rubbing, his nose and lips brushing against her skin now and then.
"...Xiaoguai."
Jun Moyan called her name softly, with his eyes closed.
Drunk, his voice was even more alluring than usual, making Wen Xiao'ai's ears feel weak and soft, as if she was drunk too.
"...What are you doing?"
"...You're not allowed to give Brother Ye Qi sweets anymore." His breath, infused with alcohol, continuously sprayed onto Wen Xiao'ai's neck, making her feel both ticklish and uncomfortable.
Jun Moyan felt terrible, truly awful.
He could never have imagined that his closest brother would also like Xiaoguai.
He really never thought of it.
He wasn't blaming Jun Wuchen, nor anyone else, just feeling hurt inside.
He feared that his relationship with Jun Wuchen might deteriorate because of Wen Xiao'ai, and he feared Jun Wuchen's affection might be cruelly suffocated by him.
