Xie Shichen watched from the side, his lips involuntarily twitching into a smirk. What a weird couple, ha, he really wanted to ask Master Xiao if it hurt?
Ou Lan gave Zhan Moxiao a victorious look, "Goddamn Zhan Moxiao, are you still putting on a scene without end? Your lord here is going to buy breakfast for you now, and when I return, there had better not be any officials in this room, otherwise, hmmph..."
Leaving behind a threatening gaze, Ou Lan turned and left, munching on the half apple left by Zhan Moxiao as he went.
After Ou Lan had left, Xie Shichen sauntered over with a grin and sat on the edge of the bed. His sharp, perceptive gaze fixed on Zhan Moxiao's face, "Tsk, Master Xiao, seeing this performance, I just have to ask if it hurts, if you're suffering?
Master Xiao happily touched his face, "To tell you the truth, it doesn't hurt, nor am I suffering. Wherever my wife pinches, it's all comforting, the feeling is sweet to death."
