Unable to control his desire to show off his sweet relationship, Ye Junqing set his laptop aside and rose from his chair. Quietly, he approached the bed and sat down on the edge. He pulled out his phone and took a photograph of her sleeping face.
The white sheets, dark hair, her rosy complexion...
The only regret is that the bedside was missing a rose.
Ye Junqing, a man of perfection, cannot tolerate any flaws.
Getting up and going out, he found Xiao Yun: "Go buy a red rose."
"Just one?"
Ye Junqing himself thought one was too stingy, though he only needed a prop, "Go buy a bouquet of red roses."
"Lord Qing, do you need 11 or 999 roses?"
Ye Junqing: "Not 999."
He once bought her 999 red roses, thinking that women liked red roses, the more, the better. But it almost suffocated her from the overwhelming scent and she criticized his taste behind his back, which infuriated him.
"Just one rose, and also buy me a basket of rose petals."
