"You can still laugh, so it seems it really doesn’t hurt," Jun Moyan let go of her hand, somewhat annoyed at her reaction.
Wen Xiao’ai blinked in surprise.
Why did he seem unhappy again?
Wen Xiao’ai reached out and turned Jun Moyan’s face towards her, "What’s wrong?"
"Clearly, there is something wrong. Has that annoying ghost’s dad bullied you again? Tell me, and I’ll bully him back for you."
Hearing her words, Jun Moyan’s heart softened, and he took her hand again to look at it:
"You know to stand up for me, but how come you don’t know to protect yourself?"
Although he was scolding her, his tone was filled with concern.
"Hehe," Wen Xiao’ai laughed, realizing he was actually worried about her.
"If you’re concerned about me, just say it directly. Why pretend to be angry?"
"I’m angry at myself."
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"Angry at yourself again? Why? Why do you always get angry at yourself?"
"Have I been angry at myself before?"
"Of course, you have. Have you forgotten?"
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes widened, appearing somewhat upset that Jun Moyan had forgotten things between them.
"..." Jun Moyan thought about it but really had no impression.
Seeing that she truly couldn’t remember, Wen Xiao’ai frowned slightly, a bit angrily saying, "Last time when you gave me alcohol to drink, and I didn’t drink it, didn’t you get mad? You said you were angry at yourself."
So it was about that, Jun Moyan remembered.
"You remember that so clearly?"
"Of course, I do. I remember everything between us very clearly. It’s you who’s forgotten."
Wen Xiao’ai hummed in dissatisfaction.
"I haven’t forgotten."
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at him, still looking unhappy.
"I really haven’t forgotten."
He truly hadn’t forgotten; from the moment he brought her home to now, he could recite every event without missing a single word.
It was just that she suddenly mentioned one incident, and he couldn’t recall it right away.
Seeing that she was still unhappy, Jun Moyan didn’t know how to cheer her up, so he gently rubbed the bruise on her wrist with his thumb and asked again, "Does it really not hurt?"
"It hurts, hurts like hell," Wen Xiao’ai stomped her foot in a really angry manner.
Her action, resembling that of a child, made Jun Moyan want to laugh, "Didn’t you say it didn’t hurt just now?"
"If I say it hurts, it hurts," Wen Xiao’ai huffed as she looked at him.
"Then when we get back, I’ll apply some medicine for you."
"No need, better to die from the pain," Wen Xiao’ai snatched her hand back.
Jun Moyan sighed softly, reached up to rub the back of her head, and promised again, "I assure you, I will remember clearly everything that happens between us from now on."
"What if you forget again, like just now, and I have to remind you?"
"I’m saying what if—you just can’t remember?"
Jun Moyan’s lips curved slightly, recalling what Wen Xiao’ai had said last time about biting him when she was upset.
"...Let you bite me."
"I don’t want that. I’ll bite your face, your ears, your chin, your mouth."
The last place made Jun Moyan’s face color slightly, and his heart unexpectedly began to beat faster.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to reiterate the idea that men and women should be mindful of propriety.
But what came out was, "You can’t bite the mouth."
"Hmph, if you won’t let me bite, then I’ll insist on biting even more. If you make me unhappy in the future, I’ll bite your mouth, and only your mouth."