The airplane landed on the marble-paved ground in front of the villa.
Zhan Moxiao stepped forward, his smile brimming as he watched the slowly opening cabin door.
The gangway gradually descended, and Ou Lan, holding Zhan Lingtao's hand, walked down. Seeing Zhan Moxiao, she felt a bit nervous, perceiving a slight pressure from his formal attire.
When he saw the girl, the smile in Zhan Moxiao's eyes suddenly overflowed, and he pulled her into his embrace, disregarding the gazes of others, and kissed her without hesitation.
It was as if he was watching a tree in his own yard, finally bloom and bear fruit—the fruit that belonged to him, which none could snatch away.
The kiss did not linger long, it was just a light greeting.
Then, he wrapped his arm around her waist, looked down at her and said, "Let's go up."
Ou Lan glanced at the beautifully unique villa and asked, "What's upstairs?"
