Before long, Jesse appeared before Su Wanxia, holding a pink rose in his hand, "Miss, may I invite you for a cup of coffee?"
Su Wanxia gave him a scornful look as she took the flower from his hand, "No, you may not."
Jesse's ice-blue eyes were filled with amusement, "You've taken the flower, and still you say no?"
"Why does this flower look so familiar?" Su Wanxia suspiciously eyed the charming and profound-faced Jesse.
Jesse casually took a seat opposite Su Wanxia, "Because flowers all look like this, that's why it seems familiar to you."
Upon hearing this, Su Wanxia suddenly realized. She turned her head to look at the vase on the next table, which was empty, then at the identical flower on her table.
"Oh, Jesse, you're actually offering Buddha a borrowed flower," she remarked.
Jesse flashed a captivating smile, "Heh, you saw through that, huh?"
"Of course," Su Wanxia had an expression that said you can't fool me.
