"Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiao’ai wanted to ask Jun Moyan what was wrong, but her body was so weak that she didn’t even have the strength to speak. She wondered if Jun Moyan had somehow absorbed her energy.
The earlobe that had just been released was once again lightly licked by his tongue tip, causing Wen Xiao’ai’s body to tremble slightly. Her waist tingled, and she instinctively arched her body, a soft moan escaping from the tip of her nose.
"...Don’t bite my ear."
Afraid that Jun Moyan would do to her what he just did, she hurriedly spoke to stop him, her voice trembling with a hint of tears.
Unsure if her words had any effect, but Jun Moyan didn’t act as before. Instead, he kept gently kissing her temples and cheeks, occasionally softly calling her name.
Wen Xiao’ai raised her hand and hugged Jun Moyan’s head, pouting slightly as she looked at the ceiling, allowing him to keep kissing her.
The abnormal body heat between the two made it difficult for her to calm her mood.
The scent of Jun Moyan and the aroma of wine lingered in her mouth. Recalling Jun Moyan’s teasing actions earlier, the slight grievances and fear in her heart gradually gave way to shyness.
"Jun Moyan, it tickles..."
Feeling Jun Moyan’s kisses moving slowly from her temples down to her neck, Wen Xiao’ai’s already flushed face turned even redder, though her heart was delighted.
Because this was the first time Jun Moyan had kissed her so many times.
Like raindrops, his kisses landed on her fair neck. Jun Moyan kissed every part of her neck, finally returning to her ear, blowing warm breaths with searing kisses.
"You are mine, you are mine alone..."
"No one else can take you away, no one else can like you, not even my second brother..."
"You won’t let me like others, controlling this and that, and now you want to control others too, not allowing anyone else to like me. How unreasonable you are."
Though she voiced dissatisfaction with Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai was actually happy inside, unable to hide the smile at the corners of her mouth.
If anyone else had told her she wasn’t allowed this or that, and no one else could like her, Wen Xiao’ai would probably have knocked a few teeth out of them. But now it was Jun Moyan saying these words, and inexplicably, she felt happy.
"Just not allowed, you can only let me like you." Jun Moyan grumbled unhappily, nuzzling her neck.
"Alright, alright, not allowed, just you can like me."
Wen Xiao’ai soothed the man on top of her as if coaxing a child, gently stroking the back of his head with her small hand.
This side of Jun Moyan, she’d never seen before. Was it because of the alcohol?
If so, should she let Jun Moyan drink more in the future, so he would kiss her more?
Jun Moyan’s mind seemed really clear, for after Wen Xiao’ai spoke, he quieted down, though he didn’t cease his antics.
He continued leaving his marks on her cheeks and temples, as if he was holding a treasure he couldn’t bear to part with.
Seeing that he no longer "bullied" her ears, Wen Xiao’ai indulged him eagerly, though the hot breaths from his nose made her want to shrink her neck.
Finally calming her mood somewhat, Wen Xiao’ai noticed something pressing against her thigh.