Looking at Wen Xiao'ai sleeping soundly beneath him, Jun Moyan smiled, reached out to stroke her hair on her forehead, and couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her little face.
He tried his best to control his gaze from looking downward to avoid putting himself in a difficult position.
"Xiaoguai."
He called her softly.
Really couldn't believe all of this was true.
Xiaoguai really came back, not only came back, but the two of them became husband and wife.
Watching Wen Xiao'ai's slightly parted lips, exhaling warm breaths.
Jun Moyan couldn't resist lowering his head to bring his nose close to Wen Xiao'ai's little mouth.
He really liked the milky scent from her little mouth, just as he was addicted to Wen Xiao'ai herself.
Fortunately, during this half-month separation, her scent hasn't changed.
She was still his Xiaoguai.
His Xiaoguai alone.
At eleven thirty, without Jun Moyan needing to wake her again, Wen Xiao'ai woke up on her own.
