Ou Lan didn't understand why this bizarre and tricky man was so tolerant.
At that moment, Zhan Lingtao came running down with a small medical kit, thudding loudly. Moxiao took the kit and placed it on his lap, diligently cleaning and bandaging Ou Lan's minor wound with neat, skilled moves.
Her hands were beautiful, long and slender like scallions, soft and delicate.
After finishing the bandaging, he seemed to remember something and glanced at her, curling his lips into a smile.
He pulled out a narrow bandage and skillfully wrapped it a few times, making her a ring with a stunningly beautiful rose on it, similar to those roses stewardesses often tie with scarves around their necks.
He felt it suited her unique youthful charm perfectly, a bright and thorny little rose.
Seeming to recall something else, he pulled a pen from his pocket and drew a skull on the rose.
Yes, that suits his Little Goblin perfectly, full of youthful vitality and a rebelliousness unconstrained by norms.
