Damn it, my nose is so itchy—if a nosebleed were to happen now, it would be so embarrassing!
Xiang Yimo touched his nose, a very ordinary gesture that somehow looked incredibly cool!
This woman wears such revealing clothes in the middle of winter and talks about words like 'courtship'—isn't this just tempting a man to commit a crime!
Xiang Yimo forced himself to look away!
But in his mind, the image of Zhong Lingling's fair skin lingered!
"Xiang Yimo, do you know what the language of roses is?" Zhong Lingling asked while pouring him tea.
Xiang Yimo shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.
But in reality, even fools know the meaning of roses; it's just that Xiang Yimo didn't want to say it!
"To think you've read so many books, yet you don't even know the language of roses!"
