"You... weren't you going to make a phone call?"
Qiao En's fingers, clutching the doorknob, turned white.
"En'en, do you like these?"
Ding Hao, immersed in his own world, took Qiao En's arm, gesturing for her to look at the hospital room he had meticulously decorated.
The hospital bed was sprinkled with rose petals, the floor was filled with roses, and there were lit heart-shaped candles.
He had rendered the atmosphere to the utmost romance.
"I don't like it."
Qiao En said coldly.
Ding Hao was somewhat surprised, but then again, not that surprised.
He reached out naturally, attempting to wrap his arm around Qiao En's shoulders.
"En'en, take your time getting used to it, I believe you will eventually fall for my damn romantic charm, I swear, I'll make you the happiest woman in all of Rong City."
Zhou Jin'an wasn't good at sweet talk, and Qiao En had gotten used to his style.
On the other hand, Ding Hao was the opposite, with sweet nothings coming naturally to him.
