There Aren’t Even Curtains!
19: Chapter 19: Want a Divorce?
There Aren’t Even Curtains!
Ou Lan was utterly baffled, why did Master Xiao collapse after just one kiss in her dream?
Under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t be like this; could he be sick?
Damnit, you’re sick, yet you still forcefully marry and seize, victimizing an innocent girl…
Thinking this, she pinched the tender flesh at his waist…
pinched it hard…
“Hmm.” Master Xiao let out a muffled grunt of pain, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, unable to imagine that this little wildcat would suddenly turn on him.
“Ah!” Like a thief caught red-handed, Ou Lan was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, rolled over, and burrowed into the covers, enveloping her head too.
Even though she believed she was dreaming, her heart was still pounding like thunder; Zhan Moxiao was a wolf in sheep’s clothing in the real world, and still a wolf in her dreams.
Master Xiao clenched his teeth and glared at the trembling little woman, wishing he could hang her up and implement domestic discipline right then and there.
The moonlight was like water, serene and clear, making the scene inside the room a bit eerie.
The girl, out of shame and fear, trembled and fell asleep like an ostrich.
The man, on the other hand, was grinding his teeth in anger.
At last, he pulled her into his arms and vindictively kissed her lips twice.
Looking at the sleeping girl, Zhan Moxiao gazed out the window and let out a long sigh.
What a tormenting Little Goblin!
…
The next day, the sky was so blue as if it had been washed by a great rain, the early morning light shone into the bedroom, brightening the girl’s charming face.
This time, she was truly dreaming, biting on a strip of white vegetable and foolishly smiling.
She dreamed of a warm handsome man, like Baili Mu.
Zhan Moxiao stood in front of the bed, dressed in a black sportswear that exuded restraint, his physique strong and upright, tilting his head to observe her for a moment before picking up a whistle and blowing it hard.
“Ah!” Ou Lan jolted awake, her heart beating wildly.
Upon seeing Zhan Moxiao, she was furious, “What are you doing?!”
Quite the morning temper.
Master Xiao’s voice in the early morning was sharp as a knife, cutting edge, “Get up, time for a morning run.”
“I don’t want to.” Ou Lan, seemingly forgetting all about the spanking from the previous night, pulled the covers over her head and continued to sleep.
Zhan Moxiao didn’t bother with more words, pulled off the covers, and aimed a heavy slap at her buttocks, pausing for a moment as he did so.
But Ou Lan still couldn’t take it and sat up infuriated, “Zhan Moxiao, don’t you understand what it means to cherish a woman?
Did you cause your ex-wife’s death with your abuse?”
“Don’t insult the martyrs!” Remembering that brave female soldier, a sense of reverence settled in Zhan Moxiao’s deep gaze.
Everyone knew that Zhan Moxiao had been married before and had a son.
His ex-wife was also a soldier, once his comrade-in-arms.
Shortly after giving birth, she was killed in action during an operation against terrorists.
After deliberation in Congress, the King personally bestowed her the title of “National Heroine.” Her remains were cremated and buried at the Western Martyrs’ Cemetery of Capital City.
Everyone said Zhan Moxiao loved his ex-wife dearly, so much that he did not remarry for five years after her death; Ou Lan certainly thought so too.
However, it really wasn’t right to insult a female hero who had sacrificed herself for the country.
Ou Lan shrugged apologetically, “Master Xiao, I think our marriage is ridiculous, so…”
“You have five minutes until six o’clock sharp.” Zhan Moxiao ignored her, looked at his watch, and was very serious.
Remembering the double punishment from the night before, Ou Lan threw off the covers and rushed into the bathroom.
Upon hearing the “bang” of the door slamming, Zhan Moxiao smiled slightly.
Little wildcat, always thinking about divorce, you won’t even find a door, not to mention curtains!