"Yeah, I just finished," Wen Xiao’ai said as she stood up from the couch, showing Jun Moyan the pajamas she was wearing.
Then she settled back down on the couch.
"Didn’t wash your hair?"
"I don’t want to wash my hair, you can’t dry it for me anyway."
"...I’ll rush back tomorrow night."
"I have to wait until tomorrow night? Then I have to sleep alone again tonight." Wen Xiao’ai frowned slightly, looking somewhat unhappy.
Jun Moyan watched the unhappy look on Wen Xiao’ai’s face and thought about how she used to meditate or practice when she couldn’t sleep before, not clinging to people like she does now, only clinging to him... Jun Moyan felt as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been knocked over in his heart, unable to describe the taste.
You depend on me so much, what will you do if you really have to leave me...
His expression darkened slightly in his eyes, he opened his mouth and instructed, "Make sure to cover yourself with the blanket when you sleep."
"Girls catch a chill easily."
"Oh, I’ll keep that in mind~"
"By the way, Jun Moyan, where are you now, are you sleeping there tonight?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at the unfamiliar background behind Jun Moyan, which seemed a bit like the hotel where Mr. Bai stayed last time.
"It’s not nice at all, that bed doesn’t look as comfy as our big bed."
"Let’s go upstairs to talk, we can talk while we lie down." Wen Xiao’ai said as she picked up the laptop and headed upstairs.
Back in the room, she placed the laptop on the bed and then lay down.
"Jun Moyan, get into bed like I am, we can chat while we sleep."
Jun Moyan nodded lightly, set aside the towel in his hand, and also lay down on the bed.
"Come a little closer," Wen Xiao’ai called him over with a wave of her hand.
Jun Moyan brought the phone closer.
Wen Xiao’ai smiled and extended her hand to touch Jun Moyan’s face on the computer screen.
She couldn’t help but think of the kiss she gave Jun Moyan last night, her cheeks involuntarily blushed and her heartbeat quickened.
Wen Xiao’ai withdrew her hand and covered both sides of her face.
Jun Moyan stared at her blushing cheeks and shy expression, feeling a bit puzzled.
"Um... Jun Moyan, are there many kinds of ’liking’ someone?"
"Why do you ask that?"
In her heart, liking was just liking, why would she suddenly ask this.
"Because... because... I don’t know how to say it, but I like you, and it feels different from liking anyone else."
She liked many people, liked Xiaocha, liked Qing Yi, liked Brother Ye Qi, liked grandpa, liked the Clan Leader’s wife, liked many, many others, but these feelings were different from the way she liked Jun Moyan.
She couldn’t explain what was different.
For example, her favorites were Brother Ye Qi and Jun Moyan.
But if one day Brother Ye Qi got married and lived happily with someone else, just like she and Jun Moyan might,
She might feel a bit jealous, afraid that Ye Qi would neglect her, afraid that Brother Ye Qi wouldn’t cherish her as before, but she would still be happy, because as long as Brother Ye Qi was happy, she was content.
Yet Jun Moyan could only marry her, and no one else.
That was the difference.
Jun Moyan listened to Wen Xiao’ai’s words, staring into her eyes.
They were still the same eyes, but he always felt there was something more in them, yet couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
Not the same kind of ’liking’?