The moment Lei Juncheng entered; he froze. His once minimalist room was now a sea of pink. Floral cushions were scattered across his bed and couch, each one more vibrant than the last.
Lei Juncheng's mouth dropped open. He didn't like pink, or floral patterns, or any drastic changes to his space for that matter. But Su Youlan's voice rang in his ears—full of joy and anticipation. He took a deep breath, forcing a smile.
"Well, what do you think?" Su Youlan's voice chirped from the call.
"It's... pink," he managed. The words felt like they were sticking in his throat. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Aren't they cute?" asked Su Youlan. "You know I found your room very boring since a long time. That's why today morning when I had time and you had gone to the art hub, I brought the cushions for you. In fact, I was going to bring a soft toy with every cushion. But so many pink soft toys were not available in that shop…"
