Facing such an innocent and childlike Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan was really... at a loss for what to do.
Wen Xiao’ai hummed emotionally and seriously demanded of Jun Moyan, "You must not despise me, and treat me with as much care as you would Xiaoguai."
"Say goodnight to me."
"That’s more like it." Wen Xiao’ai then contentedly went back to lying down, her cheek against his chest, rubbing it habitually.
And then she absorbed his energy while closing her eyes and obediently fell asleep.
She was asleep, but Jun Moyan was in trouble.
Leaving other things aside, having over eighty kilograms on top of him made it truly impossible to sleep~
Jun Moyan’s body tensed up, he dared not breathe deeply, nor did he dare to move at all, his hands on his sides clenched into fists due to the tension.
Staring at the ceiling, he tried not to let his thoughts wander, telling himself she was Xiaoguai while forcing himself to sleep.
However, that proved... somewhat difficult.
She wore only two thin layers of clothing, nothing else, and these clothes did not even cover her legs...
Jun Moyan was not only unable to sleep, but he became increasingly alert.
Discarding those messy thoughts from his mind, he reached to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table to check the news, hoping to divert his attention.
Yet, unfortunately unable to reach it and worried about waking her, he had no choice but to give up and just stare at the ceiling.
His mind filled with a flurry of new weapon designs at first, he thought about them seriously, but then, as his thoughts drifted to Wen Xiao’ai, he inadvertently started thinking about her.
Every time he realized it, Jun Moyan wanted to smack himself.
Half an hour later, Jun Moyan cautiously whispered her pet name.
Wen Xiao’ai, not sure if she heard him or was just talking in her sleep, softly meowed and then there was no follow-up.
Worried she wasn’t asleep yet, Jun Moyan waited several more minutes and then gently wrapped his arms around her, carefully turning sideways and gently placing her next to him on the pillow.
Throughout this process, Jun Moyan held his breath with his focus intensely sharp.
Seeing her just shift slightly and nuzzle the pillow without waking, Jun Moyan breathed a sigh of relief.
His whole body relaxed.
Getting up, he pulled the quilt over her completely, leaving not even a small part exposed, and then he lay down at ease.
He stared at the ceiling for two minutes, then turned his head to look at Wen Xiao’ai next to him.
As he observed her, he gradually became lost in thought.
He shifted slightly, drawn involuntarily closer to her. Chapters fırst released on n0velfire.net
Facing Wen Xiao’ai and just ten centimeters apart, Jun Moyan could smell her breath, carrying a familiar and pleasing scent of milk, especially pleasant.
Wen Xiao’ai, deep in sleep, maybe dreaming about drinking milk or just craving it, puckered her lips several times, utterly heart-melting.
Watching her little mannerisms wanting milk, a smile slowly spread across Jun Moyan’s lips.
He moved even closer to Wen Xiao’ai, and the scent of milk became even stronger.
That’s how he watched over Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes gradually smiling.
In his heart, he couldn’t help but say, "My Xiaoguai, she really is beautiful."