Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1318 - 1357: Aren’t You Worried About Hurting the Baby?

"Jun Moyan, I’m going to have your baby, can’t you be a little happier?" Wen Xiao’ai turned her head to look at him.

"Hmm? Do I look unhappy?" Jun Moyan asked back, wondering if he had been too obvious lately.

"Not the least bit happy. You were never like this before. You’ve been acting like a completely different person recently, with a frown on your face, and it’s making me scared."

Jun Moyan tightened his arms around her waist, moved a bit closer, and rubbed his chin on her forehead, saying self-blamingly:

"I won’t do it again."

He shouldn’t let his emotions affect Xiaoguai and the baby, making them worry along with him.

He always thought he hid it well, but even the typically careless Xiaoguai noticed it.

"Jun Moyan, tell me, is something wrong?"

Jun Moyan slightly furrowed his brow, then looked down at her, and after a moment of silence, said: "Nie Jiuque is coming back."

He had been calculating the time, calculating when Nie Jiuque would return.

He was afraid of his return, yet he had no choice but to look forward to it.

Such contradictory and tormenting silent waiting really wears on one’s heart.

"Nie Jiuque?" Wen Xiao’ai looked up at him, not quite grasping the meaning of his words.

"Yes, the real Nie Jiuque."

Wen Xiao’ai stared at Jun Moyan for a while, and after processing this information, asked: "What about Second Brother then?"

"I asked the Medicine King to help, Second Brother will return safely to the Human Realm."

"If Second Brother turns back into the real Second Brother, shouldn’t you be happy?"

Jun Moyan looked at her, then lowered his head to kiss her eyelids, muttering to himself:

"Yeah, I should be happy."

Wen Xiao’ai carefully turned her body to lie on her side, then reached out to hold Jun Moyan’s face, pouting her lips to give him a hard kiss on his lips.

"Jun Moyan, don’t worry so much. You’re several tens of thousands of years older than me. If you keep frowning, you’ll get wrinkles."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan immediately straightened up.

Tens of thousands of years... he never really paid attention to their age difference until Xiaoguai’s reminder.

"Of course, if you turn old and ugly, I won’t want you anymore. I only like handsome ones."

"Little heartless one, when did you become so shallow?" Jun Moyan, annoyed, bent down to bite her face.

Wen Xiao’ai laughed gleefully.

"I always was. If you weren’t good-looking, I wouldn’t have gone home with you back then."

"Little heartless one, all these years I’ve cared for you, yet you prefer my looks."

Jun Moyan nibbled and bit her little face, getting more and more mischievous as he went on...

Next morning

Wen Xiao’ai opened her big watery dark blue eyes, pouting as she looked upwards. A faint trace extended from her exposed white neck down into the collar.

All marks left by Jun Moyan from last night’s mischief.

And the well-fed and satisfied fellow was now eagerly massaging Wen Xiao’ai’s aching waist.

"Aren’t you afraid of hurting the baby?"

Wen Xiao’ai spoke hoarsely, in a muffled tone.

"Turns out there’s nothing to worry about~" Jun Moyan replied smugly.

Wen Xiao’ai turned to glare angrily at him: "You don’t care for me at all."

Jun Moyan leaned closer to her ear, whispering: "You were quite happy last night too~"

Wen Xiao’ai’s cheeks flushed.

"I... I was not."