Looking at that large bunch of drippingly gorgeous red roses, Su Lu didn't know for a moment what expression she should make.
The air seemed to begin scattering the fragrance of roses, and Su Lu's brows gently furrowed.
Bo Jingshen, holding the large bouquet, was completely hidden behind it, his face unseen, his voice coming from behind the blooms, "Don't worry, because I wasn't sure if Xiao Le is allergic to pollen, so I had the florist remove the stamens from each flower."
Su Lu thought to herself, you're well into your thirties, do you think you're still eighteen? Sure enough to make a fuss, the florist really had it tough.
Tough or not. In any case, Bo Jingshen had paid double the price.
"I... may I come in and sit for a while?" Bo Jingshen tilted his head and peered out from behind the bouquet at her.
Su Lu stood in place, arms crossed over her chest, displaying a defensive posture. Hearing this, she didn't make a sound, only quietly looked at him.
