The bed was only so big, no matter how much Zhan Moxiao tried to put distance between them, they still ended up very close, and Ou Lan still felt very hot. But at least with this little bit of space, she could breathe smoothly now.
She took a deep breath, replenished her oxygen supply, and thought that chatting might divert the embarrassment and focus, "My only dream in life is to draw comics, it's the one ideal I've struggled for."
Zhan Moxiao's eyes dimmed as he lowered his eyelids, her only dream was because of Baili Mu.
"But," the girl continued, "even though this dream seems insignificant, I have grand extensions to it."
"Grand extensions?"
"Mhm," nodded Ou Lan, her little head bobbing with pride, "I want to become an international comic master. I want my comics to be translated into many languages, exported to many, many countries, and then I'll earn lots and lots of money."
