Luo Qiangwei gracefully extended her hand to him, being led by the prince like a proud and noble princess, her high heels clicking into the lavish store—
Rose petals covered every corner.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air, and with every step, she saw decorations woven from bright red blossoms, as if she were in a dreamy Western-style castle.
"Ah…" Luo Qiangwei's surprise parted her red lips slightly, and her beautiful cat-like eyes widened, "It's so beautiful."
Mo Shiche looked down at her with a low and husky chuckle, "Do you like these?"
Her eyes curved as she nodded lightly, "I like them a lot."
Women should all like these things, right? There must be very few who could resist the fantasy and roses.
The corners of Mo Shiche's lips curved into a faint smile.
For some reason, although people constantly flattered him and tried to please him, no such compliments ever reached his ears—not a single one could compare to her saying "I like them a lot."
