"Keep an eye on him, and if he causes any trouble again, report to me immediately," the man said.
"Yes." Ye Yin responded and then left.
The door to the hospital room was knocked and then pushed open. Jun Yan entered carrying breakfast. Looking at Jun Wuchen, who had already woken up and had been sitting there for who knows how long—or perhaps he hadn’t slept at all—Jun Yan wanted to offer him a smile, but his nervousness and deep sense of guilt made his smile stiff, which only made him feel more anxious.
"Son, your mother brought you breakfast. Have some," Jun Yan said, placing the insulated box on the bedside table.
Jun Wuchen glanced at the insulated box and then at Jun Yan, who became all the more nervous and reserved faced with him, and nodded slightly.
"Mother? Did she go back?"
Hearing Jun Wuchen’s question, Jun Yan hurriedly replied, "No, she’s in the next room, helping your grandma and grandpa eat breakfast."
He feared that a second’s delay in answering might lead Jun Wuchen to misconstrue the situation or suddenly feel disappointed.
Jun Wuchen didn’t say anything more, merely giving a brief response. It was unclear if he was genuinely concerned about whether his mother had left or if it was just to ease Jun Yan’s awkwardness.
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Moyan opened his eyes and looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who was still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed but continually muttering "buns," and couldn’t help but laugh.
This little one, always thinking about food, even in her sleep.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai’s constantly moving lips, Moyan couldn’t resist leaning closer again. He intended to smell the milky scent on her lips, but accidentally used too much force, and his upper lip unintentionally touched Wen Xiao’ai’s lower lip.
Moyan’s eyes immediately widened a bit, and he froze completely, just maintaining that position.
He was clearly awake and could have moved away immediately, but he didn’t. Instead, he just stared at Wen Xiao’ai, who was very close.
Deep down, he was even secretly hoping for what might happen next.
"Buns..." Wen Xiao’ai murmured again, her lips moving and inadvertently pressing their lips together more tightly.
Feeling the touch and friction on his lips, Moyan’s breathing and heartbeat became erratic.
He hurriedly moved away from Wen Xiao’ai, lying flat and staring at the ceiling.
Before he could calm himself, he felt movement beside him. Moyan’s heart skipped a beat, just as he was about to turn his head to see if she had woken up, the next second, he felt a weight on his body.
Wen Xiao’ai, who had seemed deeply asleep just seconds ago, had somehow climbed onto him, with her little hands holding his face, covering it with kisses.
"...Xiaoguai," Moyan said unevenly.
In such situations, Moyan really didn’t know how to handle it. Sometimes, dealing with Wen Xiao’ai felt trickier than facing his toughest business rivals.
Moyan’s body was stirred up by the encounter. Ever since he realized his feelings for Xiaoguai, it had become increasingly difficult for him to control himself.
The next moment, carried away, Moyan, driven by some impulse, flipped over, pinning the still-kissing Wen Xiao’ai beneath him.
"Stop being naughty, or I’ll bite you," he said, his warning sounding non-threatening.