Saying this, Zhan Moxiao kissed Ou Lan's lips passionately, like a dragonfly skimming the water, a touch and then gone.
Though the kiss was brief, it made Ou Lan's heart feel as if electrified, with emotions suddenly rolling back like waves in retreat.
Her expression turned even more dazed.
The kiss felt so familiar, as if it was something she had been anxiously waiting for a long time.
Seeing her small expression, Zhan Moxiao suddenly laughed, the joy and excitement of regaining something lost was beyond words.
When he lost her, he was in unbearable pain, and now he was as ecstatic as can be.
Holding her small hand, he felt he had the entire world in his palm.
He was already a person who had experienced great sorrow and joy.
It was always her, making him suffer to the extreme, but also bringing him supreme happiness.
At that moment, Lan Rui rushed in with his men, with men in black coming from the other three sides, forming a surrounding trend.
