Wen Xiao’ai saw that he was about to leave and realized that her angry words had upset him. She immediately got up and pressed down on Jun Moyan’s shoulders.
Then she directly straddled his legs, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck with her tear-streaked face pressed against his forehead.
"You can’t go, I’m still angry, I’m still crying, you need to comfort me," cried Wen Xiao’ai.
"Let your Brother Ye Qi comfort you," said an agitated Jun Moyan as he reached out to push Wen Xiao’ai away.
But Wen Xiao’ai held on even tighter and cried louder, almost in desperation, "I want you to comfort me, wu wu..."
"If you don’t comfort me, I’ll keep crying, just keep crying, I might as well cry to death since you don’t care about me anymore, wu wu..."
Her hot tears wetted Jun Moyan’s hair and forehead, scalding his heart with a severe tremble.
Jun Moyan instantly calmed down, regretting making Wen Xiao’ai cry again; he wished he could slap himself.
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Wasn’t he just pushing her towards Ye Qi by making her upset, especially when he wasn’t as important to her as Ye Qi?
Thinking this, Jun Moyan steadied his emotions and raised his arm to embrace Wen Xiao’ai, who was sobbing intermittently. His large palm covered the back of her head, gently stroking.
"Wu wu, Jun Moyan, you’re hateful, you’re so bad."
Wen Xiao’ai, kneeling and feeling tired, finally sat down on Jun Moyan’s lap, then laid on his chest, continuing to cry.
Jun Moyan held her, lowering his head, his chin rubbing against her head, softly soothing:
"I want to cry, I want to cry..."
Jun Moyan sighed softly, feeling helpless against Wen Xiao’ai’s temper tantrum.
All he could do was hold her, waiting for her to stop crying.
Wen Xiao’ai, nestled in his arms, cried for a while, noticing that Jun Moyan wasn’t comforting her anymore, suddenly became upset.
She randomly punched him twice, crying and saying, "Comfort me, why have you stopped comforting me? If you don’t comfort me, I will keep crying."
Jun Moyan felt a bit of a headache, and in a gesture akin to holding a baby, he picked Wen Xiao’ai up from the bed.
Originally lying on his chest, Wen Xiao’ai instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Before she could ask where he was taking her while holding her like that, she saw Jun Moyan carry her straight to the corner behind the door.
Jun Moyan held Wen Xiao’ai, his hands supporting her buttocks, standing facing the wall.
Wen Xiao’ai blinked, seeing Jun Moyan voluntarily standing in the corner made her feel much better.
Hearing Jun Moyan let her cry, her tears became uncontrollable again and she cried while hugging his neck.
She cried for a long while before slowly stopping, smearing all the tears and mucus on Jun Moyan’s face, then tiredly laying on his shoulder, sobbing intermittently.
"Are you hungry? Shall we go have dinner?" asked Jun Moyan.
"I’ll go make you some formula."
"No, you stand there, don’t move, stay until I’m no longer angry."
Wen Xiao’ai lay on his shoulder, slowly calming down. After a while, she said with a choked voice, "I was lying to you just now, I purposely made you angry."
"You and Brother Ye Qi are equally important, both are Xiaoguai’s most loved and most important people."
Wen Xiao’ai tightened her embrace around his neck, her face pressed closely to his: "Both are equally important."