Lu Sheng looked at the scene in front of her and did not know whether to laugh or cry. "They are quite intelligent."
"After being raised in the Netherworld for a thousand years, even a rock should have some intelligence."
Chu Sihan glanced at the blooming flowers and smiled disdainfully.
The flowers shook as if they were unhappy.
Lu Sheng twirled the Red Spider Lily in his hand and glanced at the flowers from the corner of his eye. A sly glint flashed across his eyes.
She walked beside Chu Sihan and said casually, "Lord, you said that you would give me one every day. Is that true?"
"As long as you like it, a bouquet a day will do as well."
Chu Sihan's voice was much gentler than before.
The flowers suddenly shook violently. There were rustling sounds around them, as if they were protesting fiercely.
The color was gradually darkening.
"Then you can start sending them tomorrow."
