The pollen had a faint yet strangely enticing fragrance, and Luo Qiangwei inexplicably found it pleasant. Just then, a butterfly landed on her neck, miraculously matching her butterfly birthmark—
Yan Chu asked in surprise, "Is this... a birthmark or did you have it tattooed on?"
She thought for a moment, "Well, I've had it since I was a child, but when I asked my mom, she said she thought it was pretty and took me to get it tattooed. I'm not very clear on it either."
Hearing this, Yan Chu stared at it for a while but did not press further. Instead, he looked at her with a smile, "You see, my butterfly made you smile. Shouldn't you treat me to a meal?"
Luo Qiangwei smiled with her lips pursed, "Of course, and you're my lifesaver too. Feel free to make any request as a way for me to express my gratitude."
With his amber eyes wide open, Yan Chu stared at her, "Can I really make a request?"
"Sure."
