Jun Moyan spoke with increasing fear, his throat swelling with a painful soreness. As he spoke, his voice eventually broke off.
His eyes reddened too.
He composed himself and spoke again.
"In the future, I won’t scold you for eating too much sugar, as long as you are okay, as good as ever, you can do whatever you want."
"You wanted to bite me, right? From now on, you can bite me, kiss me, I won’t scold you or get angry with you anymore."
A weak voice rose feebly as a cool little hand touched his face.
Jun Moyan was momentarily stunned but then quickly eased his embrace on Wen Xiao’ai.
He saw Wen Xiao’ai, who had been unconscious, weakly open her eyes.
"Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiao’ai called out his name breathlessly.
"I’m here," Jun Moyan hurriedly responded to her, his emotions somewhat excited, an endless euphoria spreading in his heart, devouring the fear inside.
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"It hurts... it still hurts a lot."
"Don’t be afraid, we’ll be at the hospital soon, and it will stop hurting in a bit."
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai wince in pain, Jun Moyan’s heart clenched tightly, wishing he could find Jun Wuyang right now and tear him to pieces.
"Jun Moyan, what you just said... was it all true?"
"Yes, it’s all true, as long as you’re alright, everything will be as you wish."
"Will you really marry me, really kiss me, let me bite you, and let me eat as much sugar as I want?"
"Yes, I will, everything for you."
"Then can you kiss me now?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan, her weak eyes brimming with hope.
Jun Moyan was stunned, looking at Wen Xiao’ai without making any move.
Seeing no reaction from Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai felt somewhat disappointed.
"It hurts so much, I might not survive, I might never see you again, never kiss..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by Jun Moyan’s.
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes, initially half-open, suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.
One question crossed her mind.
How could he still kiss her on the lips?
After a while, Wen Xiao’ai blinked, finally snapping back to reality, her face flushing instantly, her ears tingling slightly.
Jun Moyan just kissed her like that, not making any other move.
Memories of that intoxicating, irresistible kiss from the other night flooded his mind.
Jun Moyan controlled his emotions, let go of Wen Xiao’ai, and looked up at her.
But he saw Wen Xiao’ai staring with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded.
With what Jun Wuyang did to her tonight, she must be traumatized. How could he remind her of those vile things at this time?
As Jun Moyan fretted worryingly, Wen Xiao’ai blankly stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, smacking them with a puzzled expression.
After regaining her composure, Wen Xiao’ai excitedly buried her face in Jun Moyan’s chest, whispering shyly:
"Hehe... Jun Moyan, I want more."
Jun Moyan had actually taken the initiative to kiss her, and even on the lips.
Kissing the lips felt totally different from kissing the cheek, especially since it was Jun Moyan kissing her.
She really loved the wonderful feeling of her heart pounding wildly.
She had never thought of this before.
If she had known kissing on the lips was possible, she wouldn’t have kissed his cheek on the night Jun Moyan left; she would have kissed his lips instead.