Wen Xiao’ai’s soft and sticky coquettish voice made it impossible for Jun Moyan to resist at all.
This little girl was like made of sugar, the kind that could sweeten someone to death.
Jun Moyan raised his hand and rubbed the back of her head with some helplessness, "I really don’t know what to do with you."
"Yay, I knew you loved me the most, Jun Moyan." Once permitted, Wen Xiao’ai immediately let go of Jun Moyan, squatted in front of the couch, and began to open the cake she had been longing for.
"Jun Moyan, come and eat with me." Wen Xiao’ai didn’t forget to invite Jun Moyan to join her while she was eating.
"I don’t like eating these things." Jun Moyan sat down on the couch, watching her eating happily, his eyes growing increasingly tender.
"Then I’ll eat it myself."
"Don’t eat too much, you have to eat dinner later."
Wen Xiao’ai nodded her head.
And she was indeed obedient, eating just a few bites as she was told, and after satisfying her craving, she went to have dinner with Jun Moyan.
What could she do, if she didn’t obey, Jun Moyan might not buy it for her next time?
In the afternoon, Jun Moyan was working in the study, and Wen Xiao’ai wanted to sit in his lap, but it would have been inconvenient for him to work.
So, she took the small stool that Qing Yi had bought her to prop her feet on, sat beside him, sucked on a lollipop, then hugged one of his legs and dozed off on it.
After she fell asleep, Jun Moyan carried her back to the room, and when Wen Xiao’ai woke up, she was somewhat unhappy.
She said next time he shouldn’t carry her; she just wanted to sleep on his legs.
Jun Moyan thought she was clinging to him, so he nodded and agreed, allowing her to sleep on his legs.
That’s how Wen Xiao’ai spent the last few days accompanying him in the study.
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However, Jun Moyan did not know that Wen Xiao’ai was quietly repairing her inner core.
"...Jun Moyan." Wen Xiao’ai, who had just woken up from a nap on his legs, sat up and yawned.
"What’s wrong?" Jun Moyan put down what he was doing, looked towards her, and reached out to touch her little head.
Wen Xiao’ai stood up and settled into his embrace.
Jun Moyan instinctively wrapped his arms around her.
After these days together, he had slowly adapted to their way of interacting.
Wen Xiao’ai leaned her soft body against his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and lazily nuzzled against his neck.
Jun Moyan reached for the milk bottle on the desk, saw that it was still warm, and handed it to her, "Haven’t you woken up yet?"
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t take the milk bottle, but instead clung to his hand holding the bottle, took a couple of sips, then pushed it away.
"Are you tired, Jun Moyan?"
"You’re not tired from working every day, but I’m tired from sleeping every day." Wen Xiao’ai stretched.
"If you’re bored, I’ll take you out tonight."
"Where to?" Wen Xiao’ai perked up at the mention.
"Weren’t you upset I didn’t take you to the last banquet? I’ll take you tonight."
The joy she had just felt disappeared in an instant, and Wen Xiao’ai somewhat listlessly leaned back into Jun Moyan’s embrace, "I don’t want to go."
"Didn’t you want to go?"
"The last banquet was so boring, and there were nasty women, and there was nothing to eat. I don’t want to go."
"This time will be different from last time; this time we’re going to the Shangguan Family."
"That annoying ghost?" It had been a while since she last saw that annoying ghost.
"Annoying ghost? Shangguan?"
"Yes, him, the liar, who talks behind my back, and told you not to keep me."
"Heh..." Jun Moyan chuckled softly, thinking this little one really held a grudge.
"So in the future, stay away from him when you see him; he’s not a good person."