However, this only solidified his determination to have her.
His sensual thin lips curved slightly upward, while his dark, mysterious eyes were endlessly captivating.
What was he in such a hurry for?
After all, she would be his sooner or later.
-
Early the next morning, Su Ran was in her pajamas, freshening up, when the doorbell rang.
Her movements paused briefly— who could it be this early?
She quickly finished up, dried her hands, and went to open the door.
As the door swung open, she saw Fu Qiyuan standing at the entrance.
He was dressed in a handmade, high-end suit, his handsome and peerless face void of any expression, but his brows hinted at an unapproachable coldness.
However, upon seeing her figure, a smile spread across his godlike visage.
"Good morning,"
he said with a smile, yet Su Ran took a moment to come back to her senses, fixated on the bouquet of fiery red roses he held.
"You..."
