"Then let go of me first, and I'll get you some water."
"No, I won't, if I let go, you'll disappear." Wen Xiao'ai held him tighter, her eyes were still closed as she spoke, clearly affected by her morning grumpiness.
Wen Xiao'ai's words made Jun Moyan's heart ache slightly.
He pulled up the blanket that had slipped to her chest, wrapping her as much as possible, and then lifted her a bit to reach the water he had prepared on the bedside table.
"Here, have some water."
"Mmm..."
Wen Xiao'ai clung to his neck for a little while before letting him go.
Jun Moyan brought the cup to her lips.
As he glanced down, he noticed the large patches of love bites on Wen Xiao'ai's neck and chest, his lower abdomen tightened a bit, and his breathing became heavier.
He hurriedly shifted his gaze to the cup, only to see Wen Xiao'ai's small, red, and swollen lips, which he had kissed hard, now gulping down the water...
The scene from last night between them involuntarily resurfaced in his mind.
