Jun Moyan was tormented by Wen Xiao’ai to the point where his body was about to explode. He stopped saying useless nonsense, lowered his head, and bit Wen Xiao’ai’s earlobe.
Wen Xiao’ai immediately let go, completely immobilized.
Annoying, he’s biting her ear again, stinky Jun Moyan, tomorrow this Princess will punish you to stand in the corner for a whole day, so infuriating.
Jun Moyan quickly grabbed her unruly hand, and to ensure safety, he also restrained her other hand.
Throughout this process of catching her hands, Jun Moyan never let go of her earlobe with his mouth. It’s unclear if he didn’t dare to release or if he wanted to punish her.
Seeing she had clearly released her hand, but Jun Moyan still wouldn’t let go, Wen Xiao’ai groaned a little uncomfortably to remind him.
But Jun Moyan pretended not to hear, giving her a stern punishment before finally letting go of both his mouth and hands.
Having been exhausted by Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai, even though her hands were free now, had no strength to do any mischief.
"If you dare move recklessly again, I’ll bully you hard."
The alcohol in his body hadn’t worn off yet, and this "bad" statement was made in a half-drunken state.
After all, when he was fully sober, he wouldn’t dare to corrupt his little Xiaoguai , even if Wen Xiao’ai didn’t understand what he was saying at all.
However, being able to say such a sentence while drunk shows that he did have such thoughts in his heart~
For a normal man, not having such thoughts would be unusual~
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai felt extremely aggrieved.
She thought Jun Moyan didn’t like her anymore.
Jun Moyan used to be willing to give her anything, but now he not only refused, he didn’t even let her see, forbade her to move, and even said he’d bully her.
The more Wen Xiao’ai thought about it, the more wronged she felt. If she had the strength, she would have jumped up to hit him.
When Wen Xiao’ai recovered her strength and pushed Jun Moyan off her, she found that Jun Moyan was already asleep.
Wen Xiao’ai was infuriated, using both hands and feet to push the sleeping Jun Moyan under the bed.
With a muffled "thud," it seemed he hit his head.
Listening to this, Wen Xiao’ai’s heart skipped a beat, but when she thought about what Jun Moyan just said...
Wen Xiao’ai’s gaze instinctively moved from Jun Moyan’s face to a certain part of him.
Looking at that, Wen Xiao’ai almost got off the bed to stomp on it a couple of times to vent her anger.
She always thought she was Jun Moyan’s treasure, only now realizing his treasure was something else entirely.
"Hmph, from now on, you can sleep on the floor, together with your treasure."
Wen Xiao’ai said angrily and didn’t spare Jun Moyan another glance, moving directly to the farthest edge of the bed from him to lie down.
The next morning, when Jun Moyan woke up, rubbing his sore head, he stared at the somewhat dark underside of the bed in confusion for a long time before realizing he was sleeping on the floor.
Jun Moyan sat up and saw Wen Xiao’ai, holding his pillow, sleeping sweetly on the bed. His gaze gradually softened.
Then he sat on the ground, pressing his vaguely aching temples, trying to gather himself.
He actually got drunk yesterday.
Although he smoked and drank, he wasn’t addicted; most of the time, smoking and drinking was a matter of wanting to, not needing to.
But yesterday he got drunk, because of his second brother, because of Xiaoguai.
Yesterday was also the first time his second brother got drunk.
Thinking about this, Jun Moyan’s headache worsened. Follow current novels on nοvelfire.net