Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 452 Xiaoguai, Don’t Make Trouble

Chapter 452: Chapter 452 Xiaoguai, Don’t Make Trouble

"Kiss you."

Wen Xiao’ai said as she incessantly pecked his face like a chick pecking at grains, leaving saliva marks all over Jun Moyan’s face.

"Stop fooling around, get off now," he demanded.

Jun Moyan wrapped his arms around Wen Xiao’ai’s waist, had just slightly turned to lay her on the bed, when she immediately got up and pinned him back down.

"Weren’t you the one who said you’d always let me kiss and bite you?!" Seeing Jun Moyan looking somewhat angry, Wen Xiao’ai got angry too.

"..." Jun Moyan was at a loss for words.

Seeing Jun Moyan speechless, Wen Xiao’ai leaned down and started kissing his face again.

We haven’t even kissed yet~

"...Enough now," Jun Moyan said, his body rigid, his voice out of tune, his heartbeat and breathing already out of rhythm.

He was a normal man, after all, and this early in the morning, did this little thing really have to... torment him this way?

"Not yet, it’s not enough."

"mua~mua~..."

Wen Xiao’ai kissed all over Jun Moyan’s face, and finally, kissed his lips fiercely twice.

Jun Moyan’s brain exploded, his pupils constricted sharply, his lower abdomen tightened, and he was completely stunned.

Finally, a satisfied Wen Xiao’ai happily buried her blushing face in the nape of Jun Moyan’s neck, affectionately nuzzling him.

"Meow meow meow~"

"Jun Moyan, I like you, I love you."

"..."

"From now on, every morning when I wake up, I will kiss you first, then say I like you and love you, and at night before I go to sleep, I’ll kiss you again, and after meals and milk, I’ll kiss you again, every hour, I’ll kiss you again, each time I write ’Jun Moyan,’ I’ll kiss you, basically, I’ll kiss you lots and lots."

"..."

Seeing that Jun Moyan had no reaction and said nothing further, Wen Xiao’ai tried to look up at him.

However, Jun Moyan, detecting her movement, quickly clutched the back of her head and pressed her back into his neck.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "...Don’t move."

"What’s wrong?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, puzzled.

As she instinctively tried to rise and see Jun Moyan, the contact between their bodies became more intense, and Jun Moyan nearly lost control, his fingers clutching the back of her head tightening reflexively.

"...Stop moving around."

"What’s wrong with you?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, puzzled, "Why does your voice sound weird? And why are you panting? Are you not feeling well?"

"..."

Jun Moyan did not speak again.

Wen Xiao’ai stopped moving around, just lying on his chest, with her eyes slightly looking upwards, yet she could only see Jun Moyan’s tightened jaw.

Wen Xiao’ai stretched out her hand, unable to resist touching Jun Moyan’s exquisite jawline, feeling his slightly abnormal body temperature from her fingertips.

"Jun Moyan, you feel so hot."

Even through his clothing, Wen Xiao’ai could feel the scorching heat emanating from Jun Moyan’s body, making her feel somewhat hot as well.

Wen Xiao’ai’s hand that was touching his jaw moved up to his face, and then to his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

The cool touch of Wen Xiao’ai’s hand on his forehead did not cool Jun Moyan down; instead, it made him feel even hotter. His breathing became heavier, his entire body tensed, and sweat poured down.

"Jun Moyan?"

Wen Xiao’ai thought about looking at him, but Jun Moyan’s hand kept clutching her head, not letting her see.

"What exactly is wrong?" she asked curiously.

"...It’s nothing."

"Really? You seem very uncomfortable."

"No, I’m not."

Jun Moyan closed his eyes, trying hard to cool down and calm himself.

Several minutes later, when Wen Xiao’ai tried to look at him again, Jun Moyan was no longer clutching her head.