Jun Moyan looked at the earnest little face in front of him, feeling his shirt buttons being undone one by one, and he couldn't quite sit still anymore.
The once calm heart felt like a pebble had been thrown into it, completely disturbed.
Inside, an unusual feeling sprouted, one that was completely uncontrollable.
Jun Moyan hurriedly averted his gaze, looking elsewhere.
But his gradually chaotic and heavy breathing betrayed him.
He couldn't calm down, couldn't stay focused.
What should have been a simple unbuttoning of a shirt became a kind of torment for Jun Moyan.
Fortunately, Wen Xiao'ai's fingers were nimble, and she quickly undid his buttons. Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Wen Xiao'ai's puzzled "Huh?" Before he could respond, Wen Xiao'ai's somewhat cool hand touched his abdomen.
"... Xiaoguai."
Jun Moyan opened his mouth to stop her
"Jun Moyan, why is your stomach... so strange, all lumpy, with lines, and hard."
