If you ask where Ou Lan's charm lies, Zhan Moxiao really can't put it into words.
Because his fondness for her is without reason, he was infinitely delighted from the first glance, an instinct.
Just like Zhan Lingtao, unfounded and inexplicably, he just really, really liked her.
So he said, "The charm is too abundant, every single pore exudes it, making it impossible to summarize."
But to Ou Lan, those heartfelt words sounded like the most perfunctory ones, making her even more annoyed. She turned her head and spat at him, "Hypocrite, pompous!"
Feeling her saliva spray on his face, Zhan Moxiao laughed with extraordinary pleasure, because it reminded him of their first encounter when he was fourteen and she was five, fierce and rough, spitting in his face without the slightest courtesy.
