At this moment, his consciousness was completely unable to keep up with his eyes.
He stared at the little face in front of him for a while, and light gradually gathered in his eyes.
The moment the body and soul overlapped, he suddenly turned over, ignoring the wounds on his body, lay on his side, and with one hand pulled the sleeping Wen Xiao'ai into his arms, holding her tightly, burying his face in her neck.
Smelling the scent on her body, familiar to the extreme, Jun Moyan's arms trembled with excitement.
He could hardly believe he had the chance to hold her again.
"Meow~" The already restless sleeping Wen Xiao'ai was awakened by Jun Moyan's embrace, though she was still a bit groggy.
"Xiaoguai..."
Jun Moyan's voice, trembling with undeniable excitement, sounded in her ear.
Wen Xiao'ai was stunned, then blinked, her mind instantly cleared.
"...Jun Moyan."
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan held her tighter.
"You, you're awake?"
