Qiao Mianmian smiled. "Your flowers… what?"
Yan Shaoqing looked about, and his eyes landed on Jiang Luoli sitting on the couch. He was slightly stunned at first, but his eyes soon lit up, and he smiled. "They're for this beauty here with you."
With that, he walked over and took the bouquet of roses off Qiao Mianmian's hands, and walked to Jiang Luoli slowly. He gave her a charming smile and said alluringly, "Miss, I knew I'd sunk too deep the moment I saw you. Your looks have entranced me, and I'm mad about you now. This bouquet of flowers represent my feelings for you, will you accept it?"
With that, he handed the roses to Jiang Luoli and looked at her deeply.
Yan Shaoqing came from a good family, was good-looking, and had a glib tongue. If he was set on impressing a woman, it was practically impossible to not fall for him.
