Behind Rong Qi, Ye Nanshen stood with a bouquet of flowers, watching her and the half-eaten spicy snack in her hand.
Ye Nanshen smirked as he stepped forward, took the snack from her hand, and looked at her with an adoring smile.
Rong Qi's heart raced. She thought, 'If only I knew about what he's going to confess, I wouldn't have indulged in the snack, even if it meant starving!'
"Your hands are meant for painting, playing the violin, and receiving flowers, not for eating snacks. After you give birth, if you crave snacks, I'll feed them to you," Ye Nanshen said in a warm, deep voice.
Rong Qi's cheeks flushed with a hint of red. Surrounded by so many onlookers, she felt a bit embarrassed.
Ye Nanshen handed her the bouquet.
The same as the one he sent during the day, lacking surprise but still heart-fluttering.
The drones, fixed on the message [I love you] made the flowers in her hand appear even more radiant.
