Declaration of love.
Proposal.
These two phrases flitted past his ears, as Gong Yeyan's gaze settled faintly on the churning ink in the pupils below.
Suddenly, an untimely thought popped into his head:
Not red roses.
Her favorite was...
Tulips.
*
The first floor.
Amidst the dance floor.
As a round of cheering slowly dissipated, Ming Ge, seizing the initiative before Huo Xiao could speak, teased him, "Young Master Huo, these red roses really match your charm, huh."
Huo Xiao's eyes darkened as he roughly thrust the bouquet of ninety-nine meticulously selected Bulgarian red roses into Ming Ge's hands—
"These flowers are given away for free by the Night Villa for tonight's birthday celebration. What would a big guy like me do with red roses? So feminine, just take them!"
