As soon as Master Xiao finished speaking, Ou Lan stopped beating Zhan Lingtao and turned to glare at him, her eyes narrowing like a tiger ready to pounce.
Master Xiao decisively made himself scarce.
Ou Lan, still fuming, chased him back into the bedroom and then, hands on hips, stood by the door, "Zhan Moxiao, heh, a cat-style battle strategy, quite scholarly, isn't it!"
Zhan Moxiao came over with a laugh, "Wife, look, we reconciled today, such a blessing from heaven, let's ignore those little incidents. Being loving and affectionate is what matters most. Come on, let's take a bath and go to bed."
With that, Zhan Moxiao pushed his little wife into the bathroom.
After taking a bath and changing clothes, Zhan Moxiao, just like before, wiped her hair for her and then took out a hairdryer to dry it thoroughly.
Ou Lan closed her eyes contentedly. After several months of divorce, she had nearly died missing his care. Now, she finally had it back, happiness was everywhere.
