Li Fengchang looked at the rose in her hand, "Do you like it?"
Huh? Did he buy this? Asking her if she likes it, is it for her?
There was a fervent look in his eyes, and Mi Shen subconsciously lowered her gaze to the flower in her hand.
The red rose was enchanting, its petals adorned with dewdrops, very beautiful.
"Roses are always given to lovers..." she uttered hesitantly, her voice so faint as if only she could hear it, yet it clearly reached the man's ears.
The man reached out and took hold of her fingertips, "Silly girl, you are my lover."
"..." Mi Shen raised her head to look at him, pursing her lips, her big eyes fluttering, not sure what she was thinking, but they were especially expressive.
The two of them arranged the roses into two glass vases, one vase placed in the dining room, and the other Mi Shen took to the living room.
At night, Mi Shen was "pinned down by a ghost" in bed.
"Shenshen.
