"Thank you, sister."
"Hehe, you're welcome."
"Xiaoguai, who are you talking to?"
Jun Moyan's voice came from the bathroom.
Hearing Jun Moyan's voice, the boy shuddered in fear and darted straight into the little bell.
"Humph, I'm not talking to you anyway, I'm talking to Xiao'ai. Don't call me Xiaoguai. Petty ghost, just stay in there and don't come out. If you do, I'll pull down your pants and see everything, humph..."
Wen Xiao'ai sat on the bed, responding to Jun Moyan, while looking at the bracelet on her wrist and couldn't help but shake it, thinking about how the bun could be with her all the time, which made Wen Xiao'ai extremely happy.
Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, with his upper body exposed, Jun Moyan, turning his head to look at the wound on his arm, was both amused and helpless upon hearing Wen Xiao'ai's words.
The cool fingers gently pressed around the wound that had been grazed by a bullet when he was at the military camp a few days ago.
