Seeing Gu Yao eat happily, that was his greatest happiness.
Their feelings for each other grew stronger, Gu Sheng was more cheerful, and Gu Yao became lively and talkative again. She no longer let the unfinished love story ruin her mood or stayed in her room painting all day long.
She started seeking Gu Sheng as her model, and he was particularly cooperative. Every time Gu Yao brought out her drawing board, he was more eager than she was, standing or sitting for hours.
The portraits Gu Yao drew for him, he treasured them as if they were precious.
Gu Yao found that as long as no one else bothered her, Gu Sheng was unbelievably obedient, his temperament even better than her big brother’s.
After bathing, Wen Xiao’ai sat on the bed meditating. The injuries she sustained from Wu Zhihan a few days ago had almost healed. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net
Wen Xiao’ai withdrew her hands, then clutched her stomach and collapsed onto the bed, devoid of energy.
With Aunt Flo visiting again, Wen Xiao’ai felt like her whole cat life was ruined.
So, the monthly bleeding is real, not a scare.
Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but cry out loud, venting her displeasure.
"What’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?" Jun Moyan, who had gone downstairs to prepare milk for Wen Xiao’ai, heard her call as he reached the door. He quickly walked in, asking worriedly.
"No... hmm..." Wen Xiao’ai groaned with emotion.
It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable.
Everything felt uncomfortable.
Jun Moyan sat by the bed, reaching over to pull the thin blanket over her.
Then he gently patted Wen Xiao’ai’s little head: "It’s okay, it will get better in a couple of days."
"It’s so annoying, why does it bleed, and every month at that, it’s infuriating." Wen Xiao’ai frowned, wishing she could roll around on the bed.
"Drink some milk and see if it helps." Jun Moyan handed the bottle in his hand to her.
As soon as Wen Xiao’ai saw the bottle, the image of her using her mouth to feed Jun Moyan water the other night popped into her mind, causing her to giggle, her face turning red.
"?" Jun Moyan heard Wen Xiao’ai suddenly laugh, confused and not keeping up: "... What are you laughing at?"
"Not telling you~" Wen Xiao’ai said, smugly.
Jun Moyan looked at her with eyes full of affection: "Have you been up to something naughty again?"
"Hmm..." Wen Xiao’ai thought for a moment, feeling like that indeed was a naughty thing.
"Hmph, I do naughty things every day." She kissed him every day, before sleep, after waking up.
But Wen Xiao’ai didn’t know, Jun Moyan was also doing naughty things every day, while she was asleep, while she was waking up.
"Did you soak my clothes in water again?"
"Then did you break the computer?"
"Then did you break something else?"
"Am I that bad?" Wen Xiao’ai pinched Jun Moyan’s leg to show her dissatisfaction, then reached over and grabbed the milk bottle from his hand, drinking it.
Jun Moyan sat beside her, occasionally patting her little head, lost in his thoughts.
Xiaoguai hasn’t mentioned it, perhaps she’s forgotten it?
This little one, forgetting such an important day.
Fortunately, she had told him before, and he remembered.
"By the way, Jun Moyan, is that Baiming Sect still up to bad things?" That person said they wouldn’t harm others, he’s someone who values relationships, so he should keep his word, right?!
"Not sure, I’ll check with Hong Yi in a couple of days."
"How’s your stomach? Feeling any better?"