However, the next moment, Wen Xiao'ai couldn't laugh anymore.
Because she saw where she had rested her head last night—right over someone's chest, there was a striking water stain.
Since his clothes were light gray, it looked even more noticeable.
Wen Xiao'ai blinked, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Oh my, this saliva...
Wen Xiao'ai got up and sat on him, looking at Jun Moyan with a guilty conscience.
Her little paws nervously poked each other, her gaze flitting uncertainly, just like a child who had done something wrong waiting to be scolded.
She glanced at the spot over his heart from time to time, then back at him.
She didn't mean to...
It was happy... its ears and tail moved, guilty and afraid... poking each other with little paws?
Jun Moyan watched its excessively cute behavior, saying nothing.
Seeing that he was just looking at her but not saying anything, Wen Xiao'ai grew increasingly uneasy and unsure.
