"You can drink like this."
Seeing Jun Moyan really drank the water, Wen Xiao'ai exclaimed with joy, feeling much better.
She took another sip of water and continued feeding him water as before.
"You better not dislike me."
The more Wen Xiao'ai fed, the more enthusiastic she became, even finding it a bit fun, wanting to feed all the water from the bottle to him but worried he might get full.
After the last feeding, as she was about to leave his lips, the scene of Jun Moyan kissing her in the car involuntarily popped into her mind.
Wen Xiao'ai looked down at Jun Moyan's still slightly pale thin lips, her cheeks starting to heat up.
"Meow~"
"You seem like you don't like kissing me."
She muttered softly.
She kissed him every day, many times, but he really rarely kissed her.
Does he not like kissing?
But isn't kissing something you do because you like someone? Jun Moyan clearly likes her.
Wen Xiao'ai pouted, then proactively moved her face closer to Jun Moyan's lips.
