Having confirmed the facts around her once again, Ou Lan was in disarray.
Zhan Moxiao slept in her room, and even held her while sleeping. Damn it, he had taken liberties with her.
But... she didn't dare to resist.
Thinking about getting drunk last night and considering his frantic demeanor just now, Ou Lan was a bit confused. However, it was crystal clear that it was crucial not to disturb the Tycoon Master while he was sleeping.
He was the Living King of Hell.
He knew nothing of cherishing the fairer sex.
It was already a stroke of luck that he hadn't skinned her alive.
After a quiet moment, she sneaked a glance and, seeing that he truly was asleep, dared to slightly shift her position. Only then did she discover that she was wearing his shirt.
Her little face twisted in conflict.
What exactly had or hadn't happened?
Not daring to make any big movements, she quietly picked up her phone and searched online for explanations.
