Hearing this, Zhan Moxiao stopped kissing her, pulled her into his arms with a long arm, and rested his chin on her shoulder, "No," he said, "I'm actually quite proud. My little Lanlan is so fierce."
"Hahaha..." Ou Lan was amused to laughter again, her pride lifting at the compliment from the man, "I suddenly found out today that I seem to have a talent for martial arts."
Zhan Moxiao smiled and nodded, "I agree."
Ou Lan suddenly turned around, looking earnestly at his face, "Really? Do you really think so?"
"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."
Ou Lan smiled with her pink lips, lovely as a flower, "I want to become stronger."
"Hmm, I support you."
As he spoke, Zhan Moxiao laid the girl flat on the bed, stripping off all her clothes, covered her with the blanket, then fetched the medicine box, and began to apply ointment to her.
