Zhan Moxiao was someone who got jealous very easily. Sometimes because of jealousy, he would become childish and overbearing, but when he needed to be magnanimous, he was exceptionally comfortable to be around.
Like right now.
Ou Lan, moved, kissed him on the cheek, "You're such a good husband."
Zhan Moxiao decisively pulled the car over to the side of the road and unbuckled his seatbelt.
Ou Lan blinked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Zhan Moxiao grabbed her and kissed her unabashedly, "You flirted with me, I need to respond a little."
Ou Lan pushed him away, embarrassed and annoyed, "Stop it, we're on the street, it's not good if someone sees us. Tomorrow the newspapers would report about Her Majesty the Queen's scandalous personal life."
Zhan Moxiao chuckled, "It's pouring rain, not even a ghost would come out, what are you afraid of?"
In the end, Ou Lan couldn't resist the suddenly passionate Zhan Moxiao and was thoroughly kissed by him.
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