"You are Xiaoguai, and I am Jun Moyan. My liking for you cannot be the same as my liking for anyone else." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Xiaoguai is his alone, liking others is one thing, but for him, she could only be the most liked.
If her liking for him was the same as her liking for others, then what difference would there be between Moyan’s place in Xiaoguai’s heart and anyone else’s?
"Is that so?" Wen Xiao’ai still felt that it wasn’t just that simple.
In the past, she thought liking was just liking, and not liking was just not liking, but now, looking at Jun Moyan, it seemed liking was more than just liking.
When she had previously talked to Jun Moyan about liking and love, she only felt happy, but now saying it made her blush a little, feel a bit shy, and her heart would thump wildly—
That never happened before.
And now, when she saw Jun Moyan, she just wanted to kiss him.
Because she wanted to perform this intimate gesture, which was dearer to her than any other, for him.
The ever-suspicious Jun Moyan tended to complicate matters, but at this moment, he wanted to keep things this simple.
Right now, he couldn’t even sort out his own feelings for Xiaoguai. If Xiaoguai’s feelings for him also changed, becoming more than just a pure liking and dependency, he would only fall deeper into confusion.
"So what kind of liking do you have for me?" Wen Xiao’ai asked in return.
Jun Moyan, faced with Wen Xiao’ai’s curious and expectant eyes, suddenly grew a little nervous, unsure how to respond.
If it had been before, it would definitely have been Jun Moyan’s liking for Xiaoguai.
But now... it was Jun Moyan’s liking for Xiao’ai.
Seeing Jun Moyan seeming to struggle with the answer, Wen Xiao’ai said, "Is it the same kind of liking as how I like you?"
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, his lips twitched, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only managed a simple acknowledgment: "...Hmm."
"Really?" Wen Xiao’ai was a little excited.
"Hmm." Jun Moyan didn’t dare meet Wen Xiao’ai’s clear eyes.
Wen Xiao’ai happily rolled around with Jun Moyan’s pillow in her arms a couple of times, thrilled.
Then, hugging the pillow, face hidden behind it, she looked at Jun Moyan on the screen, her eyes sparkling with stars.
Thus, the two of them lay on the bed, separated by the screen, looking at each other.
Having calmed down a bit, Wen Xiao’ai asked, "Jun Moyan, what are you doing over there? Is there something very important? Can I help you?"
"It’s already taken care of. I’ll come back after I’ve delivered the items."
"Okay." Wen Xiao’ai wasn’t interested in what Jun Moyan was delivering, because there were many things here she didn’t understand.
Perhaps even if Jun Moyan explained, she wouldn’t comprehend.
In any case, as long as he had resolved it and could come back earlier, that was good.
The two chatted intermittently, with Wen Xiao’ai doing most of the talking, and Jun Moyan listening attentively.
As the night deepened,
Jun Moyan looked at the sleeping Wen Xiao’ai on the screen, his gaze slowly turning gentle.
Reaching out, his fingertips lightly caressed Wen Xiao’ai’s face on the screen.
The image of him stealing a kiss from her that night surfaced once again...
His heart gave a forceful beat, and his fingers involuntarily curled slightly.
Jun Moyan withdrew his hand and quietly watched her, his look fluctuating, reflecting the complexity and indistinctness of his feelings.
The next day, when Wen Xiao’ai woke up, she found the computer had been kicked onto the floor, and the screen was dark.
She hastily got out of bed, ran out of the room to find Xiaocha.
Hearing Xiaocha say it was out of battery, Wen Xiao’ai anxiously asked, "Then could Jun Moyan be in trouble? Could he be locked inside and unable to come out?"