Seeing the girl's puzzled expression, Zhan Moxiao smiled and kissed her, "Of course, you were only five years old then, and you might not remember anymore, but the way you looked back then is still etched in my mind clearly."
Ou Lan struggled to curl her lips, "Husband, when I was five years old, you already had your eye on me?"
"Mhm."
"Hehe, you were so precocious."
"Hehehe..." Zhan Moxiao laughed softly, "What could I do? At five, you were already a charming little demon, and you captured me for life with just one glance."
Ou Lan wanted to curse "Husband dear, you're so twisted," but she couldn't bring herself to do it. A girl being liked by a man from the age of five, and him silently waiting all this time to marry her, was just too devoted. If this happened to any girl, she would be so happy that she might faint.
