Zhan Moxiao held her affectionately in his arms, rubbing her long hair with his chin, his voice becoming very tender, "Scared? Then you need to learn to behave a little better from now on, be my little wife, let me love you, let me spoil you."
Ou Lan didn't speak. She hung her head low in the man's arms with tears falling on his clothes, biting her lips tightly without saying a word.
But a voice inside her head was telling her a fact clearly, "Zhan Moxiao, you're not my good husband; the love and pampering you speak of, I can no longer bear."
Zhan Moxiao didn't say anything more either, just silently holding her, as both his body and his mind underwent changes.
Half an hour later, the moon had completely sunk in the west.
Zhan Moxiao, like someone who had walked the road from Hell back to the Human Realm, finally took the last step.
