Chapter 587 He Really Left Her Just Now

"Jun Moyan, I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be your little boy."

Wen Xiaoai's voice was hoarse from crying, and she grabbed his clothes with her little hand, seeking comfort.

Wen Xiaoai's words made Jun Moyan hate her identity, her incompetence, and the arrangement of fate.

If he could, even if it was just an ordinary little demon, even if it was a devil, he would be willing to become that status for her, as long as he could have the same life as her and be with her all the time.

But why is it an ordinary person?

Jun Moyan stretched out her hand, and hugged Wen Xiaoai into her arms distressedly, a helpless voice rang in her ears: "Fool, you won't be my little boy for a long time, but you can always be a princess."

Wen Xiaoai hugged him back, and shook her head: "I don't want it, I'd rather be your little girl for the rest of my life than my own princess for the rest of my life."

"I don't want a life without Jun Moyan, no matter how long it takes."

Maybe she doesn't understand love yet, but she already knows that it is inseparable.

Feelings don't need her to understand so thoroughly, or to speak clearly, in her heart, you are above everything else, that's right.

Jun Moyan closed his eyes, slowly tightened his arms holding her body, smelling the familiar smell from her hair and neck, he hugged her tighter and tighter, wishing to integrate her into his body, and never separate from her for the rest of his life .

"Jun Moyan, let's go back to Wuyuan, okay? Let's go back now, I don't want to be here." Wen Xiaoai sounded with a crying voice.

She reached out and pushed him, wanting him to take her back now.

She was afraid that Ye Qi would find him later and forcefully take her back to the demon world, and never let her out again, then she would never see Jun Moyan again.

Jun Moyan still hugged her and didn't speak.

It took some time before he let her go.

He dragged her to sit down in front of the sofa, brought those bags over, and opened them.

Insert the milk tea into the straw and hand it to her: "Your favorite drink."

In fact, he didn't go out to buy things just now.

He really left Wen Xiaoai behind and planned to return to the capital alone.

After she cried and made a fuss, she might have gone back to the demon world in a fit of anger, and Jun Moyan would no longer be in her life.

However, the moment he walked out of the hotel, he clearly heard the sound of his heart breaking into pieces.

He fled and got into a taxi in embarrassment, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

The farther away from her the better, but he'd better lose.

He can't do it.

Wen Xiaoai shook her head and looked at Jun Moyan tearfully: "I don't want it, I won't drink it in the future, I won't eat these, Jun Moyan, let's go back to Wuyuan."

Jun Moyan brought the milk tea to his mouth, took a sip, and said, "It's very sweet."

This is the third time she asked Jun Moyan to take her back to Wuyuan tonight, but he didn't answer once.

She knew he was avoiding answering on purpose.

He worries far more than her, and his heart is far less firm than hers.

Because she has no scruples and is not afraid of anything for him.

But he was just the opposite, what she wasn't afraid of was what he was afraid of.

Wen Xiaoai climbed onto the sofa, came to Jun Moyan, knelt on his lap, rubbed his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear coquettishly: "...Jun Moyan, let's go home, shall we?" ?”

Jun Moyan's heart thumped hard, feeling pain and cold.

In Wen Xiaoai's tone, he heard more prayers.

How could he be able to let a noble princess treat him like this.