The two people affectionately climbed the stairs hand in hand. Zhu Qianying, who was already well-used to this, naturally turned right. Unprepared, she suddenly saw pink roses filling both sides of the corridor and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"
"Beautiful?"
The Young Master Yan, who had been holding her hand and lifting her skirt, let go of her hand, idly inserted his hand into the suit pocket, tilted his head and looked at her.
"Yes, very beautiful!" Zhu Qianying nodded frankly.
Young Master Yan looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, "I thought you didn't like roses!"
Zhu Qianying looked confused, "Why?"
As she spoke, she plucked a rose from the cluster and placed it under her nose, taking a deep breath.
"Just a feeling!"
After they had gone upstairs, the affectionate Young Master Yan suddenly shed his warm and gentle disguise, transforming back into the aloof Eldest Young Master Yan.
