Jun Moyan held her small face in his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing beneath her eyes, while his eyes tenderly roamed over every part of her face.
He just looked at her like that, unwilling to get up, and even more unwilling to let go.
Although he could see Xiaoguai every day, not seeing her like this for more than ten days made it feel as though they had been apart all this time.
Wen Xiao'ai also looked at him with that smile on her face he loved to see.
"Jun Moyan."
She couldn't help but call his name.
"Hmm," he responded.
"Jun Moyan," she called again with a smile.
"Hmm."
"Jun Moyan."
"What's up?" He couldn't help but laugh.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you; I haven't called your name in days."
"Then keep calling."
"Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao'ai wrapped her arms around his neck, calling his name over and over, getting more and more enthusiastic, and happier.
