The corner of his eye caught the girl fleeing in disarray, and Zhan Moxiao slightly curved his lips upwards, a trace of a smile swept over like an early spring breeze.
After taking a shower, Ou Lan lingered, hesitant to return to her own room. Just thinking about the two of them squeezed into such a small bed, their bodies tightly clinging to each other, her heart raced endlessly.
Coming out of the bathroom, she hesitated and then went to her father's, Ou Chenghai's, room, under the pretense of checking on Zhan Xiaotuo.
Zhan Lingtao had just taken a bath, changed into a cheap pajama she had bought for him, his hair still slightly damp. The boy's tender face was fragrant, sitting on the bed chatting with Ou Chenghai.
The topic of their chat was also related to this narrow bed.
Ou Chenghai, "Xiao Tuo, the bed at home is too small, you sleep on the bed, grandpa will sleep on the floor."
