Jun Moyan gently rubbed her hair with the large hand resting on her head and said, "Awake?"
Thinking that Jun Moyan had just woken up, Wen Xiao’ai propped herself up on his chest and slightly lifted herself to look at him.
The red bloodshot eyes in each other’s eyes made it clear to both of them that neither had slept all night.
Indeed, in this situation, who could sleep without a care?
Yet both tacitly avoided discussing the topic.
"Your eyes must be uncomfortable, right? They’re all swollen. Don’t cry again." Jun Moyan gently touched Wen Xiao’ai’s swollen eyes with his fingertips, feeling a slightly hot temperature that made him feel distressed and guilty.
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t speak, but hugged Jun Moyan and showered him with kisses.
After the kisses, she didn’t forget her daily routine: "Jun Moyan, I like you, I love you. Okay, let’s quickly get up and go back."
Wen Xiao’ai said as she got off him and hurriedly tried to get out of bed.
Amused by her actions, Jun Moyan’s heavy mood improved considerably. No matter how urgent things were, she never forgot about this.
Jun Moyan got up, went to pour a cup of warm water for Wen Xiao’ai.
"Have some water, your throat is hoarse."
Wen Xiao’ai took it and gulped down half of it.
She wiped her mouth, picked up the backpack from the sofa, then went back to pull Jun Moyan: "Let’s go."
"You haven’t brushed your teeth, washed your face, eaten breakfast, or changed clothes, are you sure you want to go out ?"
"I..." Wen Xiao’ai thought of all the things she still had to do, and immediately felt both angry and anxious.
"How about we do all that at home?" Wen Xiao’ai asked with a bitter face.
Jun Moyan calmed her down, booked the plane tickets, then helped her brush her teeth, wash her face, eat breakfast, change clothes, and finally packed things up to leave the hotel for the airport.
Finally, once they were seated on the plane back to the Capital City, Wen Xiao’ai’s heart could finally relax.
With this relaxation, she started nodding off.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai so clearly exhausted yet unwilling to sleep, Jun Moyan said: "Go ahead and take a nap; I’ll wake you when we arrive."
"I’m not sleepy." Wen Xiao’ai quickly sat up straight.
"Don’t worry, a plane is not like a car; it won’t stop midway, and I won’t leave you behind."
"Remember what you said." Wen Xiao’ai, thinking of last night, still felt wronged.
Wen Xiao’ai still dared not sleep, but was so exhausted that she ended up holding Jun Moyan’s hand and sleeping for half an hour.
After waking up, she didn’t dare to sleep again.
Once off the plane, Jun Moyan took her by taxi back to Wu Garden. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelꞁire.net
The journey had such a tragic yet laughable mood.
Now thinking back to when she first took him to the Holy City, her nervousness and excitement felt somewhat amusing.
They hadn’t even set foot in the Demon Realm, yet were utterly defeated by a childhood sweetheart and a Heavenly Tribulation.
Back in Wu Garden, seeing this familiar place and Xiaocha’s smiling face, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t hold back and tearfully cried, hugging Xiaocha.
Xiaocha had been happy to see them return but was left at a loss by Wen Xiao’ai’s actions.
"Waah, Xiaocha, I almost couldn’t see you again."
Well... those words sounded familiar.
Xiaocha recalled that the last time when Wen Xiao’ai had her first period, she thought she was going to die and was so scared that she said something similar.
Cautiously glancing at the silent Jun Moyan nearby, Xiaocha quietly asked Wen Xiao’ai if she was on her period.
Hearing Xiaocha’s concern, Wen Xiao’ai, recalling the happier days with Jun Moyan, started crying even harder.