Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1119: It Wasn’t a Dream, I Really Came Back...
Next afternoon
"Hmm..."
Jun Moyan slowly woke up, his brows furrowed tightly.
He raised his hand and pressed it against his aching temple.
After pressing it for a while, he felt slightly better and slowly opened his eyes.
In his view was the all-too-familiar ceiling.
His eyes stung uncomfortably from the ceiling’s glare, so Jun Moyan blinked them shut briefly, then opened them again.
With his mind still foggy and swollen, Jun Moyan stared at the ceiling for a while, unable to recall what happened last night, nor noticing anything amiss.
It wasn’t until he attempted to lift his other hand to throw off the blanket and get out of bed that he noticed something pressing on his arm.
Jun Moyan reflexively turned his head, only to be stunned at the sight of Wen Xiao’ai sleeping on his arm, looking aggrieved.
His already unclear mind went completely blank.
Little, little Xiaoguai?
Was he dreaming?
Jun Moyan stared blankly at Wen Xiao’ai, unresponsive for a long time.
He didn’t dare blink, didn’t dare make a sound, barely dared to breathe, for fear that this was indeed a dream.
"Hmm..."
Unaware of what grievance she was dreaming about, Wen Xiao’ai let out a whimper, her swollen red lips tightly pursed as if ready to cry at any moment.
Jun Moyan finally began to come back to his senses.
"Little, little Xiaoguai?"
He looked at Wen Xiao’ai, held his breath, and tentatively called her name, his heart nervously racing.
"Hmm..." came a whimpering response from Wen Xiao’ai.
After a while, Jun Moyan stiffly raised his other hand, slowly reaching for Wen Xiao’ai’s face.
It truly was Xiaoguai.
It really was Xiaoguai.
Jun Moyan’s heart surged with emotion.
His hand trembled with excitement as he touched Wen Xiao’ai’s small face, overwhelmed with joy and at a loss of what to do, his eyes roving over her face continually.
"...Xiaoguai?"
"No, no, Jun Moyan, stop..." Wen Xiao’ai, already sleeping restlessly, began to cry in grievance upon hearing Jun Moyan’s voice.
Jun Moyan was stunned, and the tears sliding down Wen Xiao’ai’s cheeks finally reminded him of something.
The wild scenes from last night suddenly flooded his mind, freezing his smile, as his pupils constricted, eyes filled with shock.
They... last night...?
Steamy scenes gradually became clear in his mind.
Wen Xiao’ai’s cries seemed to echo in his ears.
Recalling everything that happened last night, Jun Moyan’s ears turned bright red.
His hand, caressing Wen Xiao’ai’s face, twitched slightly.
Last night... he really was with Xiaoguai...
His face alternated between pale and flushed, leaving him unsure if it was from excitement or shock.
Jun Moyan’s emotions remained stirred for a long while; he swallowed slightly and then looked at Wen Xiao’ai.
"...Li-Little Xiaoguai?"
His voice wavered with tension as he looked at Wen Xiao’ai’s aggrieved expression, unsure what to do.
"No, no baby..." Hearing Jun Moyan’s voice in her sleep, Wen Xiao’ai subconsciously cried out in fear.
Hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s adorable, heart-melting, tearful voice, Jun Moyan was overwhelmed with guilt and distress.
He cautiously pulled Wen Xiao’ai’s bare body into his embrace, his eyes still a bit unfocused.
Lowering his head, he gently nuzzled her forehead with his nose.
"Xiaoguai..."
"No more..."
"No more, no more." Jun Moyan murmured to comfort her, his mind flooded with memories of last night with Xiaoguai.
