"Little Junjun, are you feeling jealous?" Wen Xiao'ai leaned close to his ear, asking with a mischievous smile.
"Haven't I been feeling jealous enough lately?" Jun Moyan sighed with dissatisfaction.
Wen Xiao'ai gave him a peck on the cheek. Before she could speak, Jun Moyan was already grinning widely.
"Still sour?"
"Since he's still small, I won't hold it against him for now."
"As a dad, you're spending more time being jealous than being happy. The baby isn't even born yet, and you're already so sour. When the baby is born, your whole jar of jealousy might just flood the Soul Suppressing Hall."
"Who told you to favor him?"
"What are you saying, I still love you the most, okay~"
"Really?"
"Of course."
Jun Moyan's lips curled up, feeling as if his heart had been sweetened.
Wen Xiao'ai played with Jun Moyan's hair for a while, then let him go when she knew he had things to do.
Using the black hair tie he usually used, she tied his hair up neatly.
