Accepting the Baby's Breath from Qiao Xiaon'an's hands, Gu Xu examined it for a bit. The tiny, delicate flowers, crammed together densely; their vitality was vibrant, "Thank you."
Closing his eyes and taking a whiff, it was refreshing and pleasant. When Gu Xu opened his eyes again and looked at Qiao Xiaon'an, he was very satisfied, "Miss Qiao, I'm not allergic to pollen. I would love it if this pot of flowers was on my desk."
"..." Just as Qiao Xiaon'an was about to agree, Yun Mo, who was standing next to her, stretched out his long arm and took the Baby's Breath from Gu Xu's hand, "When did it become your turn to have my wife's gift on your desk?"
Gu Xu shrugged, "I thought you were allergic to pollen?"
Qiao Xiaon'an took the Baby's Breath back, "Amo, give it to Gu Xu. I promise I won't let you touch flowers again."
Unfortunately, before Gu Xu could fully appreciate the gift, Yun Mo snatched it back from him.
