Overwhelmed by Jun Moyan’s initiative to press down on her, Wen Xiao’ai, who hadn’t reacted yet, was even more stunned when she heard what Jun Moyan just said.
She had never expected that Jun Moyan, who usually picked specific days to even smile, would say something so mischievous.
It was not just Wen Xiao’ai who was stunned; Jun Moyan himself was too.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai, utterly baffled under him, Jun Moyan’s brain froze for a few seconds.
What had he just said?
Jun Moyan’s face looked very unnatural; realizing what had happened, he started to panic and was about to get off of Wen Xiao’ai, but she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, very excitedly pushed her cheek against his lips, and said joyfully and generously,
To stop Jun Moyan from getting away, Wen Xiao’ai also tightly hooked her legs around his waist.
"This side for you to bite too."
Wen Xiao’ai said and, not waiting for Jun Moyan to react, switched to the other cheek and brought it up to Jun Moyan’s lips.
"Even my lips are for you to bite."
Wen Xiao’ai said this and directly pressed her lips against Jun Moyan’s.
Jun Moyan, propped up on her shoulders, abruptly clenched his hands, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly.
Seeing that Jun Moyan hadn’t reacted for a long time and hadn’t bitten, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but ask,
Wen Xiao’ai spoke without moving her lips away, which caused them to rub continuously as she talked.
Jun Moyan’s entire body heated up, his eyes flaring with a beastly fire, and his gaze at Wen Xiao’ai was like a hunter eyeing his prey, no longer as clear and free of distractions as before.
Because the two were so close, their noses and lips touching, even the brave-hearted Wen Xiao’ai could feel the change in Jun Moyan. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire·net
Wen Xiao’ai and Jun Moyan slightly pulled apart, looking at Jun Moyan with his jaw clenched, furrowing his brow and breathing quickly, she felt rather puzzled,
"What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well again?"
Why was he always every time she kissed him?
"..." Jun Moyan looked at her, silent.
"Jun Moyan? What’s wrong with you?"
Seeing Jun Moyan’s increasingly troubled expression, Wen Xiao’ai let go of his neck and fell back onto the bed, looking at him innocently and curiously.
However, she forgot to unhook her legs that were wrapped around his waist.
Seeing that Jun Moyan remained silent, just staring at her with that strange look, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly felt a little panicked.
But soon, Wen Xiao’ai was distracted by something else on Jun Moyan’s body.
Wen Xiao’ai stared at Jun Moyan’s neck, her gaze shifting from blank and perplexed to curious and fascinated.
She reached out a small hand and touched Jun Moyan’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
Wen Xiao’ai was extremely fascinated, her cool hand continuously touching Jun Moyan’s Adam’s apple.
Then she touched her own neck.
"Why don’t I have this?"
She had never noticed before that there was this difference between them.
"Why does this bone stick out so much, right on the neck, and move? I can’t even grasp it."
"...This is not a bone."
Being unintentionally teased by Wen Xiao’ai touching his Adam’s apple made Jun Moyan’s desire flare up even more, his voice becoming hoarse, suppressing some intensity, but Wen Xiao’ai only heard the grit in his voice.
"What exactly... is wrong?"
"Why every time I kiss you, you seem unhappy, I’ve never seen you smile."