A Grand proposal (3)

Shi qinglan could not help but feel a little nervous.

She was also holding a few flowers in her hand. The bouquet of flowers reflected her face, and her snow-white skin had a faint cherry pink color, which actually added a little shyness to her ...

"A-Cheng, you ..." She gently held the bouquet.

She saw Bo Li Cheng slowly walking towards her, his deep eyes filled with deep affection, but also sincere and solemn.

He stared at her like this, his expression so deep that it seemed to be able to absorb her. He did not stop until he was in front of her.

"Lan Lan," His red lips parted slightly as he called out her name.

Shi qinglan's palms were sweating, and her heart could not help but beat faster. She was so nervous that she dropped the flowers in her hands and even started to stutter, " ah ... Ah."

Bo Zhicheng held the Rose with both hands and handed it over.