Seeing Jun Moyan really drank the water, Wen Xiao’ai exclaimed with joy, feeling much better.
She took another sip of water and continued feeding him water as before.
"You better not dislike me."
The more Wen Xiao’ai fed, the more enthusiastic she became, even finding it a bit fun, wanting to feed all the water from the bottle to him but worried he might get full.
After the last feeding, as she was about to leave his lips, the scene of Jun Moyan kissing her in the car involuntarily popped into her mind.
Wen Xiao’ai looked down at Jun Moyan’s still slightly pale thin lips, her cheeks starting to heat up.
"You seem like you don’t like kissing me."
She kissed him every day, many times, but he really rarely kissed her.
Does he not like kissing?
But isn’t kissing something you do because you like someone? Jun Moyan clearly likes her.
Wen Xiao’ai pouted, then proactively moved her face closer to Jun Moyan’s lips.
"This side needs a kiss too."
She said, then switched sides, letting Jun Moyan kiss her proactively.
Only then did she stop.
Then she flipped Jun Moyan over, letting him lie on his stomach on the bed, while she lay on her side, biting the bottle and watching Jun Moyan.
Thinking of how Jun Moyan would wake up tomorrow, Wen Xiao’ai was extremely happy.
She kept snuggling closer to Jun Moyan, occasionally reaching out to touch his face, and couldn’t resist wanting to kiss him when looking at his handsome face.
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Soon, Wen Xiao’ai fell asleep.
"You take a shower first, I’ll go cook two bowls of noodles," Qing Yi said to the drunkard.
"Okay." The drunkard responded, came to the bedside, reached out, and picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table. Just as he was about to take a few sips to refresh and fill his stomach, and ease his thirst, he felt a gaze fixed on him.
The drunkard turned around, seeing that Qing Yi, who had just said he was going to cook noodles, was standing at the door looking at him.
The drunkard smiled awkwardly, corked the wine gourd, and then put it back on the bedside table, saying:
Qing Yi walked back in, turned, and poured a glass of warm water for the drunkard.
"...If possible, don’t drink anymore in the future."
Even though he knew quitting drinking was probably harder for him than quitting drugs, if he kept drinking , his body would really collapse.
The drunkard smiled, reached out to take the water from his hand.
Seeing the drunkard agree so easily, Qing Yi was somewhat surprised, but also felt it was expected.
After all, the drunkard lately... hmm... couldn’t exactly say why, but the two have been getting along well.
"Then I’ll go downstairs to cook the noodles."
Qing Yi was about to exit again when he heard a sound of footsteps approaching, and the next moment, Bai Yi’s figure rushed in.
He was carrying a Little Gray Cat in his arms, and holding a large bag of small toys, snacks, and bottles.
"What are you doing?"
Qing Yi asked knowingly.
Anyone could guess what he was doing with their toes.
"Let’s all squeeze in tonight, shall we?"
Bai Yi grinned, walked in directly, put the bag down, and then gently placed the Little Gray Cat on the bed.
"Don’t put it on the bed."
Qing Yi, although quite fond of cats, couldn’t quite accept the cat playing on his bed.
"It’s very clean, I bathe it often, it’s not dirty," Bai Yi said.
"It won’t, it doesn’t shed, and it’s very well-behaved, it won’t run around or move," Bai Yi said, squatting by the bed, patting the Little Gray Cat’s small head, and then handed it the bottle.