Just as he said those words, he wished he could bite off his own tongue.
What sort of nonsense was he spouting?
"But you used to help me bathe..."
Wen Xiao'ai tugged at the sash tied around her waist and flicked her long sleeves, muttering in a small, innocent voice, "You've already seen everything, touched everything..."
She was no longer so embarrassed, so why was he getting embarrassed now...
Jun Moyan's ears were burning red.
"...It's not the same."
"Do you not like the current me?" Wen Xiao'ai looked at him with a pair of moist eyes, somewhat aggrieved.
"No."
It was just an adjustment.
As soon as she heard it wasn't true, Wen Xiao'ai immediately smiled, turned around, and scurried off to grab something.
Watching her retreating figure, Jun Moyan suddenly burst out laughing.
