"Just touch it and you’ll know."
"How can you tell just by touching?" Jun Moyan chuckled softly, knowing Wen Xiao’ai was being playful again.
"Just give it a try." Wen Xiao’ai wriggled her body with emotion.
Jun Moyan, feeling helpless, reached out towards her belly, gently touching it through the thin blanket and fabric. Just as he intended to withdraw his hand, Wen Xiao’ai immediately grabbed it, pressing his large hand on her belly, not letting him leave.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan voiced helplessly.
"Your hand is warm, help me warm my belly." Wen Xiao’ai cooed sweetly.
As she spoke, she freed a hand to lift the obstructing blanket and pulled up her nightgown, directly placing Jun Moyan’s hand on her belly.
At the moment Jun Moyan’s hand touched Wen Xiao’ai’s skin, his heart skipped a beat, and the hand covering her belly instinctively clenched into a fist.
"Open your hand and help me warm my belly." Wen Xiao’ai tried to pry open his tightly clenched hand but couldn’t. Just as she was about to speak again, Jun Moyan seemed to go through an inner struggle before finally choosing to help warm her belly.
Feeling that warm large hand covering her belly, Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan and couldn’t help but giggle foolishly.
Having Jun Moyan was wonderful.
When Jun Moyan saw Wen Xiao’ai’s smiling face, he also smiled, his slightly tense nerves slowly relaxing, as he covered her with the blanket again.
The weather was already cooling down, and he had to change her bad habit of always running around barefoot.
Girls catching a chill would lead to a lot of minor health issues in the future.
Wen Xiao’ai yawned, holding the wrist of the large hand on her belly with her two small hands, slowly closing her eyes to take a nap.
Suddenly remembering something important, she immediately opened her eyes again.
"By the way, Jun Moyan, shouldn’t you be changing your wound dressing?"
"Hmm, the drunkard said he’d be coming over later."
"Don’t let him come, I’ll change it for you." Wen Xiao’ai said as she quickly got up.
"Do you know how to change it?"
"Better let the drunkard do it." He didn’t want to expose the wound to Wen Xiao’ai.
"No way, you’re not allowed to show it to anyone else." Wen Xiao’ai frowned, her gaze and expression seemingly saying: You’re mine, no one else can see.
Jun Moyan laughed, not expecting Wen Xiao’ai to be so... possessive? That didn’t seem right.
"Both the drunkard and I are men, it’s nothing."
"I said no means no. Then I’m a girl, so is Xiaocha, can I also strip and let Xiaocha see?!"
"No way!" Jun Moyan blurted out.
"Then let me change your dressing."
Jun Moyan could only concede to her.
"I’ll go get the medical kit."
Wen Xiao’ai patiently sat on the bed waiting for him.
Soon, Jun Moyan returned with the medical kit, taking out three bottles of medicine and placing them aside: "Remove the bandages later, and just apply these three kinds of medicine on the wound."
"No need to clean it?"
He’d have the drunkard clean it tomorrow because he knew Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t manage it.
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"It’s so simple, and you said I couldn’t do it. I’ll definitely dress it better than the drunkard."
Wen Xiao’ai said as she pulled Jun Moyan to sit on the edge of the bed, then got off the bed to stand.
Seeing Jun Moyan about to take off his clothes, she hurriedly helped unbutton his shirt: "Let me do it."