For... yourself?
In this South City villa, aside from myself, there's only Fu Jingshen.
Gu Nian curved her lips upwards, Mister Fu is indeed... rarely this romantic...
And he made it so intense, even involving Christmas in the act.
Gu Nian slowly unfolded the white slip of paper in her hand, on which were the man's bold and vigorous words.
I love you more than I did yesterday.
Gu Nian: "..."
Fool.
Could this be considered the most romantic love talk she had ever heard?
Realizing there might be something on the back, Gu Nian slowly turned the slip of paper over and saw three concise words.
See Great King.
Gu Nian: "..."
Great King?
Gu Nian turned her gaze toward Great King sprawled on the floor, only to see... Great King was randomly biting on something, with red and green scattered around.
Gu Nian briefly identified the objects to find they were red rose petals, and the green was from the leaves.
They had already been mangled beyond recognition by Great King.
