I don’t know if Jun Moyan got blackout drunk or if his attention was all on the fact that Jun Wuchen likes Wen Xiao’ai, because he completely didn’t recall what he did to her when Wen Xiao’ai helped him upstairs last night.
Even when he fell off the bed, he thought it was because he was drunk last night.
Two minutes later, Jun Moyan got up, but instead of going to the bathroom to freshen up, he went back to bed.
First, he gently pulled the pillow out of Wen Xiao’ai’s embrace, then lay down beside her, and held her soft and fragrant body in his arms.
He was already used to waking up every morning with warmth in his arms, rather than coldness.
The moment he pulled Wen Xiao’ai into his arms, all the cold was dispelled.
Jun Moyan lightly kissed her forehead, resting his chin on her head and gently nuzzled.
It seemed Wen Xiao’ai remembered the grudge against Jun Moyan from the whole night, so when Jun Moyan touched her, she immediately woke up.
Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes, and in the next moment, she quickly used her hands and feet to free herself from Jun Moyan’s embrace.
As Jun Moyan wondered why, he saw Wen Xiao’ai rise and kneel on the bed, grabbing a pillow and fiercely throwing it at him.
This force was definitely not held back.
But with a pillow, no matter how much strength is used, it won’t really hurt.
"Stinking Jun Moyan, get down for this Princess, who allowed you to come up here."
Wen Xiao’ai swore this was definitely the first time in five hundred years she woke up so angry.
She really felt so irritated～
"What’s happened?" Jun Moyan sat up with a confused look, only to see Wen Xiao’ai grab another pillow and toss it at him.
Jun Moyan didn’t dodge, letting the pillow hit him.
He never dodged when Xiaoguai hit him, whether there was a reason or not.
"You still dare to ask me what’s wrong? Didn’t like the cold floor and came to play dumb with me?! I’m telling you, no way!" Wen Xiao’ai was furious all night and had nowhere to vent it.
Seeing Jun Moyan still daring to ask her what’s wrong, she directly exploded.
"Floor? Playing dumb?" Jun Moyan sorted through his thoughts, wondering if it wasn’t that he fell off the bed, but Xiaoguai pushed him off?
"Did I do something while drunk last night that made you angry?"
He knew Wen Xiao’ai well. Just a few seconds and Jun Moyan knew why Wen Xiao’ai was reacting .
Just didn’t know exactly what he did last night to make Wen Xiao’ai so mad.
Wen Xiao’ai turned her head, pointing her pinky at the shallow red marks on her neck and temple.
Most of what Jun Moyan did last night was kissing rather than pecking, but because Wen Xiao’ai’s skin was too tender, even a little force would leave marks.
Upon seeing the red marks on Wen Xiao’ai’s neck, Jun Moyan immediately got up to check her neck, while a wave of anger surged within him.
This anger, naturally, was directed at himself.
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Before Jun Moyan could finish the last word "did," he suddenly realized something.
This wasn’t hitting, this was...
He thought so. How could he possibly hit Xiaoguai?
Wait, that wasn’t the point...
In Jun Moyan’s mind, several images flashed, all of them were him pressing Wen Xiao’ai down, doing various mischievous things to her.
Jun Moyan was so upset, he wished he could shoot his drunk self from last night.
However, what he was more curious about now was exactly how excessive he was last night for Wen Xiao’ai, who clearly liked being kissed by him, to kick him off the bed in anger.