Twenty minutes later.
Lu Hechen came downstairs, having changed his clothes into a casual white T-shirt that was plain and simple, and a pair of light-colored long pants, very homely.
Weilan had already arranged a large bouquet of flowers into a vase and was still admiring them.
Lu Hechen didn't expect her to like them so much. He walked over and circled his arms around Weilan's waist from behind, "Do you like them that much?"
Weilan turned her head to look at him, her eyes clear and shining, "I do like them. This is the first bouquet you've given me."
"Has someone else given you flowers before?" He immediately seized the talking point, his hands unconsciously tightening.
Weilan nodded, "I've received flowers before. When I was in Jiangnan, many boys gave me flowers, but I didn't like them, so I never accepted them. Strictly speaking, this is the first."
Her words immediately pleased him.
