Jun Moyan, who heard Wen Xiaoai's voice, immediately turned around and pressed the unburned cigarette in his hand into the ashtray placed on the windowsill.

Looking at Wen Xiaoai who jumped in front of him, Jun Moyan calmed down his face, but found that he could not laugh at all, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

A heart is like falling on the edge of a cliff, falling down at any time and falling into pieces.

"Well~ what's the smell? It's so choking." Wen Xiaoai, who came to Jun Moyan, frowned slightly by the smoke.

"Jun Moyan, what have you eaten?" Wen Xiaoai kept waving his little hand in front of his nose.

"……nothing."

"You squat down and I'll smell it."

Jun Moyan almost thought about it, and directly bent down and approached Wen Xiaoai.

"Open your mouth."

Jun Moyan cooperated and opened her mouth slightly.

Wen Xiaoai approached and sniffed Jun Moyan seriously, then frowned even more: "It's not delicious anymore, what have you eaten?"

Jun Moyan always has a faint tobacco smell, which is very light and smells good.

It's so intense that it smells a little unpleasant.

Jun Moyan didn't say anything, staring at Wen Xiaoai's little face with his eyes tightly, unwilling to move away, and even dared not wink, for fear that he would look at her less in just one blink, and even more afraid that she would disappear in just one blink.

He seemed to want to remember this face deeply in his mind and in his heart.

Jun Moyan, who realized what he was doing at the moment, was instantly surrounded by endless sadness, and his heart was tightly held together.

He suddenly reached out and hugged Wen Xiaoai into his arms, holding her very tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood, so that they would never separate again.

Jun Moyan's sudden actions shocked Wen Xiaoai, who was not prepared at all. After reacting, she smiled and hugged Jun Moyan.

"Xiao Guai..."

Jun Moyan hugged her tightly. The moment she called her name, her eyes turned red unconsciously and her voice became hoarse.

He smelled the faint fragrance between her hair, and his empty heart slowly filled with something, but the fear in his heart that was about to lose her became stronger and stronger.

When he came back from the Holy City, he always understood in his heart that they were just happy together. Even if they didn’t mention each other or face each other, this day would come eventually.

He really didn't know how he would live alone in the days without Wen Xiaoai in the future.

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?" Seeing that Jun Moyan was in a bad mood, the smile on Wen Xiaoai's face slowly restrained.

"……No."

Wen Xiaoai heard the change in his voice and wanted to withdraw from his arms to see what was wrong with him, but Jun Moyan never let go.

"Did Feng Liyan tell you what he said?"

“…”

"You don't have to pay attention to him. Even if all my tribe members don't like you, and even if people from all over the world don't agree to marry you, I still want to be with you. We have agreed to be together forever." Wen Xiaoai hugged him tightly, and felt uncomfortable.

“…”

"Jun Moyan, you are talking."

Jun Moyan's silence at this time made Wen Xiaoai feel insecure.

"...Well, we will always be together." Jun Moyan closed his eyes and buried all the anxiety in his heart.
Chapter completed!