In the end, Master Xiao was defeated.
Zhan Moxiao controlled Ou Lan's little paws with one hand and took off his own shirt with the other, slipping it onto her and buttoning it up while he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
The woman, half-drunk and half-awake, looked down at the "pajamas" that were as wide as a robe and seemed quite content, curling up like a cat and falling back asleep.
Zhan Moxiao, bare-chested, watched her quietly for a while, let out a slight sigh, and lay back down.
Having longed for it for fourteen years, he had imagined countless times the delight of bringing this little wildcat home to sleep in the same bed every day, but now that he actually had her, he realized raising a little wildcat was quite draining.
To put it in plain words, it was rather troublesome.
