Su Ran let out a deep sigh, but her eyes were still a bit red, and her delicate face was flushed a few shades redder from the recent crying.
Her usually bright and fierce eyes were now tinged with a rare warmth and softness.
Fu Qiyuan had never seen her like this before; he was accustomed to her being sharp, capable, and coldly assertive.
This appearance made his dark eyes dim slightly.
Especially when the girl sat amidst the fiery red roses, the strong visual contrast made his throat tighten.
When Su Ran looked up, she saw the heat in the man's eyes and felt a shock in her heart.
Her heart suddenly started beating violently, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet the man's gaze.
"It's late; I'm going to take a shower, and you..."
However, Fu Qiyuan gave her no chance to escape. He reached out directly, grasped her wrist, and firmly imprisoned her in his embrace.
"Thinking of escaping at this time?"