The next afternoon

"Hmmm......"

Jun Mo Yan woke up slowly, and his eyebrows tightened.

Raising his hand, he pressed it to his temple, which was painfully painful.

After pressing it for a while, he felt better, and then slowly opened his eyes.

In the eye, it is a familiar ceiling.

His eyes were stinged by the ceiling, and Jun Moyan closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

His brain was a little dizzy, and Jun Moyan stared at the ceiling for a while, not remembering what happened last night, and he didn't see anything wrong.

It wasn't until he was about to raise his other hand and prepare to lift the quilt to get out of bed that he realized that his arm was being pressed.

Jun Mo Yan immediately looked sideways with a reflex, and when he saw Wen Xiaoai sleeping with one arm on his pillow and looking aggrieved, Jun Mo Yan was stunned.

The already unconscious brain is even more blank at this time.

Small, little good?

Was he dreaming?

Jun Moyan stared at Wen Xiaoai stupidly, and there was no reaction for a long time.

He didn't dare to blink, he didn't dare to make a sound, he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear that it was really a dream.

"Hmm......"

Wen Xiaoai, who was asleep, didn't know what grievances she had suffered in her dream, so she suddenly snorted with a crying voice, her red and swollen mouth was tightly flattened, and she was so aggrieved that she seemed to cry at any time.

Jun Mo Yan slowly returned to his soul at this time.

"Little, little girl?"

He looked at Wen Xiaoai, held his breath and called her tentatively, so nervous that his heart was pounding.

"Hum ......" responded to him with Wen Xiaoai's aggrieved chirp.

After a while, Jun Moyan raised his other hand and slowly approached Wen Xiaoai's face.

Really, really a little good.

It's really a little good.

His hand stroking Wen Xiaoai's little face trembled excitedly, and he was a little overwhelmed with joy, and his eyes kept looking at her little face.

“…… Little girl? ”

"Woo...... Don't want it, don't want it, Jun Mo Yan......" Wen Xiaoai, who was already sleeping unsteadily, was directly aggrieved and cried after hearing Jun Mo Yan's voice.

Jun Moyan was stunned, the tears that kept sliding from the corners of Wen Xiaoai's eyes finally reminded him of something.

The crazy picture of last night poured into his brain like a tide, Jun Moyan's face froze, his pupils shrank a few times, and his eyes were full of shock.

They...... Last night......?

A large number of red-faced images gradually became clear in my mind.

Wen Xiaoai's cry seemed to still ring in her ears.

Jun Moyan, who recalled everything he had born last night, immediately turned red with a pair of ears.

The fingers of the hand he caressed Wen Xiaoai's little face were slightly curled twice.

He ...... last night Really and the little good ......

His face was white and red at that time, and he didn't know whether he was excited or shocked.

Jun Mo Yan relieved himself for a while, he swallowed slightly, and then looked at Wen Xiaoai.

“…… Small, little good? ”

His voice changed nervously, looking at Wen Xiaoai with an aggrieved face, he didn't know what to do.

"Woo...... Don't want it, don't want the baby......" As soon as Wen Xiaoai, who was asleep, heard Jun Moyan's voice, she was subconsciously afraid to make a sound.

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's cute little milk voice with a crying voice, Jun Moyan was distressed and blamed himself to death.

He moved a little stiffly and gently hugged Wen Xiaoai's smooth body into his arms.

Lowered her head, the tip of her nose rubbing against her forehead.

"Little ......"

"Don't ......"

"No, no." Jun Moyan spoke out to appease, but his mind was full of pictures of him asking for a good boy last night.