Jun Moyan, hearing her say it felt better, didn't try to withdraw his hand anymore. His large hand gently rested on her lower abdomen, warming her belly.
"Jun Moyan, I don't want to be a girl, I want to be a boy, like you." Wen Xiao'ai clasped his large hand with her small ones, staring at the ceiling, wishing she could become a boy.
"A boy?"
Xiaoguai wants to become a boy? Like him?
Jun Moyan imagined Xiaoguai as a boy... As soon as he did, he furrowed his brows, blurting out.
"No way."
"Why? Is being a boy not good? Aren't you a boy? And that way, I wouldn't have to bleed for several days every month, it's terrible."
"Being a girl is good."
"It's not good, not one bit, it's awful."
"Be good, it'll be over in a few days."
"But it will happen again next month, and the month after that, and the month after that..." Wen Xiao'ai said more, the more she felt being a boy was better.
"I will take good care of you."
