Yan Shixiu hung the towel around his neck and walked towards the big bed. He picked up a box from among the rose petals, just as Shi Lan suddenly came out from the walk-in closet, counting down, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy 29th birthday, Uncle Yan."
With one hand holding the box and the other pulling her towards him, Yan Shixiu placed her on his lap and asked, "Don't you... dislike red roses?"
"Dr. Sun said it's romantic."
Mainly because a bed full of black roses would have been a bit creepy.
"Dr. Sun said this too?" Yan Shixiu raised an eyebrow.
Shi Lan looked at his wet hair and used the towel from his neck to dry it, continuing, "The present has nothing to do with Dr. Sun."
Yan Shixiu hugged her and opened the box. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the ring inside.
"Don't like it?"
"No, it's just, it exceeds my expectations by far," Yan Shixiu said, full of emotion.
