Qiao Li's fingers involuntarily flexed, then reached out to pluck a rose petal, pinching it tightly between his fingertips, the juice from the petal staining his fingertips, making the scent of rose even more prominent.
Su Lu didn't really notice anything.
She didn't think there was anything worth noticing, especially since the flower looked nice, not to mention… she was feeling somewhat numb already.
This big bouquet wasn't from the time she was here with Ultraman, but was the fresh one delivered this morning.
The delivery guy had a hard time, drenched in sweat; Su Lu felt it wasn't easy for him.
At the time, Zhao Xiaole was cheering softly on the side: Yippee—!
Who knew what he was so happy about, perhaps he knew it was sent by Bo Jingshen.
When Qiao Li came out after his shower, there was a bowl of freshly made oatmeal on the dining table.
