Chenxing gasped sharply and rubbed her eyes forcefully.
It was like a dream, with flowers all over the ground, and two red candles still burning on the table, lighting up the dining room.
What a stunningly beautiful dream!
Suddenly, a man's deep, pleasant voice came to her ears, "Awake?"
Gu Shaocheng had washed his hands and was rolling his sleeves back down, buttoning them one by one. With a leisurely pace, he walked to her side, kissed her, and in the depths of his eyes, a tender affection lingered, "I was just about to wake you."
"It's not a dream?" The foolish girl lifted her head.
Gu Shaocheng looked down, "Hmm?"
"There are so many petals on the floor." She lifted her foot, and petals fluttered up, "What's this all about?"
"Don't you like it?" Wasn't this little girl always fond of romantic things?
His hands supported on either side of her, his body slowly leaned down, looking at her from up close.
His warm breath, carrying the scent of flowers, sprinkled on her face.
