"Second marriage" inexplicably provoked Ou Lan.
Suddenly, she forgot just how terrifying the man in front of her was. With a "smack," she slapped the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and scolding, "Dammit, you still have the face to mention it? A lovely nineteen-year-old girl has been ruined by you like this!"
Zhan Moxiao, "..."
He felt a bit wronged by this label. He hadn't even gained any advantage yet; how had he ruined her?
However, at this moment he did not want to provoke this Little Goblin any further; he wanted to complete his love proposal properly. Therefore, with good humor, he tugged on her hand, soothed her to sit back down, and watched her angry little face with a bemused silence for a few seconds.
Then, he said this, "Alright, it's all my fault. Just like that message you amused yourself with last night, I'm shameless, I'm not human, I'm a damn scourge who deserves a thousand cuts, right?"
Ou Lan was stunned for two seconds, "..." Then, "Hahaha..."
