Miss Xu Chaomu passed the rose in her hand to him, "Here, take this, use it."
Shen Chi, without a choice, reached out to take it.
"Let me tell you how it's going to be, you are going to propose to me, and then I am going to reject you," Xu Chaomu said earnestly.
"Why should I be rejected?" Shen Chi asked, curiously looking at her.
What on earth is this girl thinking now?
"Because of what you said to me today," Xu Chaomu said gravely.
Honestly, what he had said really hurt her feelings, but after sleeping it off in the hotel, the ache in her heart had lessened.
And with these nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine roses, she thought she might not be unable to forgive him.
Shen Chi nodded, reluctantly agreeing, knowing that he had indeed been at fault.
With eyes as black as grapes, Xu Chaomu stared at him, and he nearly lost control, longing to kiss her.
But with a rose in hand, he still went down on one knee, "Miss Xu Chaomu, would you marry Mr. Shen Chi?"
