Who might the flowers be for?

Jia Yuze gave a light chuckle that emanated from his throat as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. The lingering breath from his chuckle tickled her, and she could only clutch his shoulders as she shuddered.

"Annoying!" Qiao Qing muttered in embarrassment.

Jia Yuze raised his eyebrow. He held back his laughter as he looked up and asked her, "Why am I annoying?"

Could Qiao Qing say that his actions made her misunderstand? And made her feel so nervous.

How embarrassing.

Qiao Qing said, "I had a dream just now that I had been wrapped tightly by tree roots and could not move at all, that's why I woke up. After I woke up, I realized that it's your long arms and long legs that were wrapped around me."

Jia Yuze could not hold it in and buried his face in the crook of her neck again, chuckling uncontrollably.

Qiao Qing found it very strange. How was that funny?

"Qing Qing," Jia Yuze called.