Two figures entered the office.
Shang Sizhan pressed Shi Qian against the wall. His dark phoenix eyes stared at the girl's exquisite tiny face.
Shi Qian blinked as she looked at him and posed the roses in her hand. She looked up again and asked softly, "The flowers are for you. Don't you like them?"
"I like them," Shang Sizhan said immediately.
"Then take them!"
Shang Sizhan chuckled. He took the flowers with one hand and held them by his side. The other hand grabbed the girl's slender waist and pulled her into his arms. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Shi Qian was stunned for a moment. She gently closed her eyes afterward.
The long kiss was over, and Shi Qian's delicate face flushed.
"Why did you suddenly think of sending me flowers?" Shang Sizhan's deep and magnetic voice sounded.
"I just wanted to give you," Shi Qian muttered.
