In his arms, the red roses bloomed vibrantly, the petals between his fingers as soft as a lover's lips.
The door was pushed open once again.
Leng Zimo entered with a thermal container, and upon seeing Luo Xiaoqian almost submerged in a sea of flowers, he casually approached, moved a bunch of flowers from the table, and placed the container on it.
"Do you like them?"
"Like them? Of course, I like them!" Luo Xiaoqian bent down, pretended to be intoxicated, and took a deep sniff, "So fragrant... Ah... Achoo!"
Her nose intensely itchy, she couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
Rubbing her nose, she smiled apologetically at him, "I really do li... Achoo!"
"Why are you crying?" Leng Zimo asked, noticing the tears gleaming in her eyes.
Was she crying?!
Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and indeed, there were tears.
"It's because I'm touched... Achoo! Achoo!"