Unexpectedly, this little brat actually said she didn't mind him, even if she didn't mind, he minded himself, okay?
An Ran just wanted to tease him, knowing that he wouldn't let anyone else wash him. Seeing Mu Xingfeng's face darken, she smiled like a cat who got the cream.
She pecked at his lips, "After dinner, I'll wash you."
"I want it now, I'm uncomfortable all over. I need to be washed everywhere, it's got to be squeaky clean."
Mu Xingfeng held a skeptical attitude toward An Ran's words; he could clearly see how mischievous this little brat was, taking advantage of his injury to bully him.
He didn't want any empty promises, who knows what excuse this brat would use to brush him off after dinner.
"Mu Xingfeng, aren't you being childish?"
An Ran couldn't help but complain, seeing him acting like a big child, "You should really capture how you're acting now and show it to those soldiers under your command."
