"Why did you really bring flowers over?" Cheng Weiyue raised her head within Zhou Jingwei's embrace, her face flushed.
"A promise made, cannot be a broken word," Zhou Jingwei replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he held Cheng Weiyue even tighter. In the bustling airport, he kissed her forehead without a care in the world, speaking in a voice so tender it almost dripped, "Mrs. Zhou, happy wrap-up."
"Are you taking advantage of me?" Cheng Weiyue teased, her voice slightly lifted, the joy in her eyes genuine. "We are not married yet, Mr. Zhou."
"Just taking a little of the rights of my future in advance," Zhou Jingwei looked down at the blushing woman in his arms, "that shouldn't be too much, should it?"
Cheng Weiyue huffed, somewhat defiant, "How is that not too much? Unless..."
"Unless what?" Zhou Jingwei followed her lead.
"Unless you bring me a bouquet of flowers every day," Cheng Weiyue paused, "All kinds of daffodils, I want them all."
"Alright, all for you."
