Unconsciously, she recalled the night when Jun Moyan got drunk and bit her ear.
Wen Xiao'ai felt her face turning even redder, and her heart pounding faster.
Jun Moyan gathered his thoughts and said, "Not angry anymore?"
"Hmph~" Wen Xiao'ai snorted with some emotion.
"Looks like your jealousy is quite something. In the past, a kiss would do, but this time even several kisses haven't made you calm down," Jun Moyan's voice sounded with amusement.
"You still have the nerve to talk! What if I were with another man? Wouldn't you be furious?" Wen Xiao'ai retorted angrily.
"Not angry."
"You..." Wen Xiao'ai almost wanted to hit him.
"I would kill him first, then punish you."
"How would you punish me? With your secret weapon?" Wen Xiao'ai said irritably.
"Secret weapon? What's that?" Jun Moyan asked instinctively, wondering what secret weapon he had without his own knowledge.
"In your pants!" Wen Xiao'ai crossed her arms, her pout tall as a hill.
"..."
