Jun Moyan turned his head subconsciously, seeing her running downstairs, his heart immediately moved.
He stood up from the sofa right away and walked towards her.
"Run slower, don't fall."
The tone was full of concern.
Wen Xiao'ai ran down the stairs, came to Jun Moyan, and happily did a twirl, "Jun Moyan, does this outfit look good on me?"
Every time she wore a new dress, she would ask Jun Moyan this question first thing.
It seemed that if Jun Moyan said it didn't look good, she'd strip it off right then and there.
And Jun Moyan always replied with the same sentence, "It looks very good."
"Really?"
"Mhm."
Wen Xiao'ai happily hooked onto Jun Moyan's arm, "Then let's go."
"Hold on a second."
Jun Moyan pulled Wen Xiao'ai to the sofa, bent down to pick up a delicate little box from the desk, and took out a silver-white feather-shaped hairpin.
He arranged her hair, then clipped the hairpin on.
He nodded in satisfaction, "It looks even better now."
