Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 730: Let Me Touch It Again

Jun Moyan looked at the earnest little face in front of him, feeling his shirt buttons being undone one by one, and he couldn’t quite sit still anymore.

The once calm heart felt like a pebble had been thrown into it, completely disturbed.

Inside, an unusual feeling sprouted, one that was completely uncontrollable.

Jun Moyan hurriedly averted his gaze, looking elsewhere.

But his gradually chaotic and heavy breathing betrayed him.

He couldn’t calm down, couldn’t stay focused.

What should have been a simple unbuttoning of a shirt became a kind of torment for Jun Moyan.

Fortunately, Wen Xiao’ai’s fingers were nimble, and she quickly undid his buttons. Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Wen Xiao’ai’s puzzled "Huh?" Before he could respond, Wen Xiao’ai’s somewhat cool hand touched his abdomen.

"... Xiaoguai."

Jun Moyan opened his mouth to stop her

"Jun Moyan, why is your stomach... so strange, all lumpy, with lines, and hard."

Wen Xiao’ai simply sat down, lowered her head, and moved closer to look.

Her hands kept moving, curiously feeling Jun Moyan’s abs.

When she was still a cat, she’d secretly watched him change clothes, but she’d only seen his back.

During his injury and coma, she hadn’t noticed, and she hadn’t paid attention when Qing Yi was examining Moyan’s wounds the other day.

Now, having seen it, her curiosity was uncontainable.

"... These are abs." Jun Moyan grabbed her roaming hand, his voice rasping, his entire body heating up, especially around the abdomen, like a fire had ignited.

"Abs? What’s that? Why don’t I have them?" Wen Xiao’ai said, touching her own belly.

"You’re a girl, of course you don’t have them."

"Then why don’t girls have them?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, her other hand reaching out again.

She had just touched him again when Jun Moyan caught her hand once more.

"..." Jun Moyan didn’t know how to answer her question.

"All guys have them, right? Do Qing Yi and Moyan have them?" Wen Xiao’ai’s curious eyes persistently scanned his abdomen, making Jun Moyan feel even hotter all over, his very breath scorching.

"... I don’t know."

He shouldn’t have agreed to let her help change his medicine.

This little one always managed to set him aflame so casually, with such an innocent face.

"Hmm? Not every guy has them?"

"... No."

Wen Xiao’ai wrinkled her little nose, clearly puzzled.

Seeing her expression, Jun Moyan knew she must be thinking: It’s one thing for boys and girls to be different, but why do boys differ from each other too?

"Hehe, I like your stomach. Don’t hold my hands, let me touch it more."

On hearing this, Jun Moyan tightened his grip on her hands even more.

Wen Xiao’ai struggled but couldn’t break free; she looked up and saw Jun Moyan’s expression seemed a bit off, his gaze... strange.

"Are you feeling hot? Why is there so much sweat on your forehead, your face is a little red, and your body too."

Wen Xiao’ai looked in confusion at Jun Moyan’s slightly reddened body, finally realizing the high temperature of Jun Moyan’s hands holding hers.

"Jun Moyan, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"... No, just help me change the medicine."

"How can I do it when you’re holding my hands?"

Jun Moyan looked down at their interlocked hands and then released her.

As soon as she was let go, Wen Xiao’ai placed her hand on his forehead: "Let me see if you’re sick."

She said this as she touched her own forehead to compare the temperatures.