"Master Xiao, I want to go out and buy some clothes to dress up a bit, so that you can enjoy a more pleasant sight. I'll use the card you gave me, is that okay?"
This sweet voice slowly flowed into his ears, and Zhan Moxiao's cheeks even felt a bit hot. He paused for a second before indifferently uttering a single word, "Sure."
Ou Lan smiled sweetly again, even waving her hand flirtatiously, "Then I'm off, goodbye."
Zhan Moxiao's profound gaze was firmly fixed on the little woman, watching as she turned around lightly, walking out with steps as frivolous as those of a Persian Cat, graceful like a beautiful peach blossom swaying on a branch.
He had intended to simply watch her leave, but to his surprise, when she reached the door, she turned back and came over, still very tender and charming, "Master Xiao, do you need a few more clothes for yourself? After all, heh, the ones we bought yesterday are far from matching your status."
