Ou Lan felt deeply apologetic, even though it was her room, Zhan Moxiao had managed to find time amidst his busy schedule to reminisce about his ex-wife, Zhan Xiaotuo's mommy, under the moonlight in her room. She shouldn't disturb him.
As she hesitated, Zhan Moxiao slowly turned around, his eyes had regained their previous clarity and coldness, and his voice was controlled and modulated, "What's the matter?"
"Well," Ou Lan instinctively changed her mind about wanting to ask him to leave, "do you... want to take a shower and sleep? I'm already sleepy."
"Alright."
Ou Lan looked at the tiny single bed with difficulty, "The bed is too small, we can't fit. I'll go sleep on the floor."
Zhan Moxiao chuckled with a not-quite-smiling expression, "Do you think I would let my woman sleep on the floor?"
Ou Lan became even more troubled, "But it wouldn't be right to let you sleep on the floor on your first visit to my home, my dad would scold me."
