"Su Ke, why don't you also pin a flower to show your refinement?"
Xue Qian scurried to Su Ke's side, with a few petals still clinging to his forehead. His hands were even more chaotic, clutching a huge bunch of various flowers.
Su Ke didn't back down either, fortunately, he held far fewer flowers than Xue Qian did.
Hearing this, he shook the bunch of flowers in his hand, which had been spoiled beyond recognition, and could only make the best of a bad situation by saying, "I did fancy pinning one too, but look! Can you even find a whole one among these flowers?" Even the cluster of lilies couldn't offer a single complete bloom.
Looking up, it was just a moment of distraction, and Xue Qian's temples were already filled with five or six flowers, looking comically ridiculous.
Su Ke immediately burst into laughter.
"What's so funny, what's good about laughing? See, isn't everyone the same?" Xue Qian complained discontentedly.
