The spacious and luxurious deck of the yacht was covered in red rose petals, each one so tender and alluring against the backdrop of green leaves, fresh and enchanting. A gentle breeze wafted through, carrying a subtle fragrance, stirring the excited heart of the young girl on the meticulously arranged yacht.
Stiff as a puppet, she followed Han Luoli to the center, even going on tiptoe, taking great care not to damage any of the delicate blooms.
She wasn't wearing shoes, yet she could clearly feel that the thorns of the roses had been trimmed, harmless to anyone.
In this beautiful fantasy world, an ocean of flowers, she indulged in a princess-like luxury, as if she was in a dream so fragile it would shatter on touch, still hardly believing it was real.
The man, with a smile, watched her, waiting for her to come back to her senses slowly.
Kneeling on one knee, a bunch of sparkling crystal roses suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Gu Xiaoer," his handsome features stern, his tone suddenly turned serious.
Gu Xiaoer was lost in a sea of flowers, with no reaction at all...
The man paused, licked his dry lips, a hint of nervousness flashing inadvertently. He opened his mouth, and his magnetic, deep voice resonated intoxicatingly.
"Gu Xiaoer, Han Luoli likes you, Han Luoli has fallen in love with you..."
The man, surreal yet real, knelt steadily, bathed in a soft yellow glow that made him look almost ethereal.
For a moment, Gu Xiaoer was soulless, completely unresponsive, even forgetting to breathe.
Her mind kept echoing his pleasing voice, like an enchanting, bewitching melody, whispering confessions of liking and love...
No, no, no, how could this be possible?
It was absolutely impossible!
How could that arrogant, cool, domineering man ever say such things to her?
She must have encountered a fake Han Luoli...
No, she definitely met a fake Han Luoli!
Finally, the petrified girl reacted, and the first thing she blurted out was a wail: "Lele! Lele! Han Luoli confessed to me, I dreamed that he confessed to me! It's so scary, so scary..."
Like someone startled awake from a dream, she anxious sought for the so-called "Lele," muttering under her breath, completely ignoring the man kneeling on the ground.
Han Luoli: "..."
Damn it, Gu Xiaoer, you silly goof!
All the emotions he had painstakingly mustered had been scared away by her. His face fell instantly, the man felt deeply hurt: was his confession so unbelievable...
In his twenty-seven years, it was his first confession, anxious to the point where he had designed every detail himself. Before coming to her, he'd even practiced it in the mirror.
He thought he'd see the girl moved to tears, throwing herself into his arms, but he had miscalculated her thought processes...
The CEO was rife with turmoil inside.
"Gu Xiaoer!" the man's voice low, restrained.
"Eh, Da Luoluo... you're still here?" Gu Xiaoer pinched her cheek, pinched her arm.
I've been here all along!
Han Luoli, still kneeling, frustrated, positioned Gu Xiaoer so they were face to face.
His deep and dark eyes fixated on her dazed and confused little face, harboring in the pitch-black depths uncountable affections.
"Is it normal for others to confess, but scary when I do it?"
"Da Luoluo?" She felt him with her hands, it was real, but how could everything around her be so dreamlike? Seeing the man's face grow darker, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, that's not it. I'm just too excited, too surprised. Did you, just now, really confess to me?"
The man nodded, handing her the crystal rose: "A belated confession, will you accept it?"