Seeing Jun Moyan’s face looking normal, clearly untroubled, Wen Xiao’ai said with a bit of grievance, "Is it because I kissed you too much, so you are unhappy?"
Upon hearing his denial, Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
"So, that means you are very happy then?"
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai’s face full of anticipation waiting for his reply, Jun Moyan’s lips twitched slightly, "...Yeah."
"I’m happy too." Wen Xiao’ai excitedly rubbed her face against Jun Moyan’s.
"I’ll kiss you every day, lots and lots of kisses, so we both will be happy~"
Seeing that Wen Xiao’ai was no longer dwelling on yesterday’s events, Jun Moyan felt much relieved.
He knew she couldn’t have gotten over it so quickly, she was definitely still scared, just not showing it anymore, nor did she wish to show it.
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Jun Moyan raised his hand and touched her little head.
"Jun Moyan, are you getting up?"
"I don’t want to get up yet, I want to lie on you for a while." Wen Xiao’ai’s ear was pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, which she really liked.
"Then just lie down."
Jun Moyan looked at the ceiling, his gaze somewhat complex, not knowing what he was thinking as his mood gradually became gloomier.
Suddenly, he spoke up, calling her softly.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you."
"Hehe, it’s nothing, I just wanted to call you too."
Jun Moyan chuckled and gently ruffled her hair with his large hand covering her head.
Then, he remembered something.
"Xiaoguai, I’ve always forgotten to ask you, do you really have nine lives?"
"Yes, all my clan members have nine lives." Wen Xiao’ai said with some pride.
"How many lives do you have left?"
"Six?" Jun Moyan frowned, "Other than the first time we met, you’ve died two more times?"
"When? How could you be so careless?"
"Because I was too mischievous, I brought it upon myself..." Wen Xiao’ai said somewhat sheepishly.
"..." Jun Moyan was both angry and heartbroken, "Be more careful in the future, don’t play with your life again."
"Don’t worry, I still have six lives left, I can live a long, long time."
I can live a long, long time.
That sentence echoed over and over again in Jun Moyan’s mind.
His gaze gradually dimmed, and his expression became somewhat melancholic, his eyes appearing to cloud over with a mist.
"Yes, you can live a long, long time."
Jun Moyan, who always took a relaxed view of life and death, started fearing this matter after feeling responsible for Wen Xiao’ai.
He wasn’t afraid of dying, but he feared that after his death, she would be sad, heartbroken, and unable to take care of herself properly.
Wen Xiao’ai heard the melancholy in Jun Moyan’s words and thought about what the drunkard had said, that humans could only live for a hundred years.
She shifted up slightly, wrapping her arms around Jun Moyan’s neck, and he cooperatively lowered his head.
Embracing his neck and rubbing her face against his chin, Wen Xiao’ai spoke in a comforting tone.
"Jun Moyan, don’t be sad, even if you can only live for a hundred years, it doesn’t matter, I will wait patiently at Wu Garden for you to reincarnate and come back."
"After you reincarnate and grow up, become Jun Moyan again, and then we can be together once more."
"And I can also take care of you when you are still a little baby, right?"