The slanting sun shone through the opened door, casting light and shadows across the room.
Wu Heng stood still, holding a prepared bouquet in his hand, feeling somewhat uneasy.
This feeling was even more nerve-wracking than facing a hero.
The elf sisters stood at the entrance, Xi Ligui in a light green home long dress, and Shi Yali in a blue one, her hair tied behind her head.
Wu Heng handed over the fresh flowers, squeezing out a smile on his face.
Xi Ligui glared at him, holding Shi Yali's hand as they stepped forward to take the flowers, keeping one for herself and giving the other to Shi Yali, "At least he's thoughtful, knowing you like fresh flowers."
Wu Heng then took out two beautifully crafted cakes, "I made these myself, for you to try."
Shi Yali glanced at Wu Heng, and in her indifferent gaze, there was also a hint of tenderness difficult to perceive, as she said, "Come in, dinner is ready."
"Okay," Wu Heng entered, carrying the cakes.
