Because she was always worried about the injuries on Zhan Moxiao's body, Ou Lan hadn't really slept deeply. When he kissed her, although she didn't open her eyes, she felt it.
So, she curled her lips into a smile and said, "Zhan Moxiao, you stole a kiss from me."
Zhan Moxiao, "..." Darn, he was caught red-handed, and he still wanted to continue his antics.
"Ahem!" Even though he was caught, Master Xiao really hadn't had enough of his mischief, so he shamelessly denied it, "Don't flatter yourself, ex-wife."
Ou Lan opened her eyes, pouting slightly, and looked at the man who would rather die than admit it. Suddenly, she found him inexplicably adorable, so she laughed, leaned forward, and kissed him back right on his lips.