"How can such a handsome man harbor such a sinful heart?"
Ou Lan watched, her eyes filled with a bit of infatuation.
It wasn't about love, she just enjoyed looking at handsome men. Although his age was… cough, quite uncle-like, both his physique and face were that of a handsome man.
Zhan Moxiao crouched beside her, his tone finally not as cold and serious, "Get up, go have breakfast."
"I don't have to run the remaining eight thousand meters?"
"Considering it's your first training, no need."
She didn't know where she got the strength from, but Ou Lan scrambled up and ran towards the building, moving with more vigor than a rabbit, just in case he changed his mind.
Zhan Moxiao turned his head to look at her and couldn't help but smile again, his features picturesque, as if crafted from the finest ink and wash painting.
"Look, Master Xiao is smiling again. It's been years since anyone's seen him smile."
