Bei Yuewu raised her eyes and looked at him with her bright eyes. “Why did you suddenly think of Giving Me Roses?”
Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was such a straightforward and free-spirited woman. Now that she was holding his roses in her hands, she was so happy and shy that she looked like a little girl.
“Is this your first time receiving roses?”He asked with slight surprise. “Has no one ever given you roses before?”
BEI YUEWU happily whispered, “Yes, many men have given me roses, but I’ve already gotten someone to throw them in the trash can. I just wanted to... just wait... For You to give them to me.”
She wanted the roses that he had given her.
Murong Jiancheng’s eyes were slowly covered with a layer of mist. He had never felt ashamed of anyone in his life, but he owed her.
I’m sorry.
I’m really sorry.
Bei Yuewu lowered her eyes and sniffed the Roses in her hands. The delicate and beautiful flowers had just bloomed and were emitting a faint fragrance.
