The rose still carried droplets of water, the stem was quite short, wrapped with his handkerchief, clearly freshly cut from the branch.
Chongchong took the flower in surprise, "You didn't steal this from the garden, did you?"
She could see that this was not a florist's cut flower, and its color was very similar to those she saw in the garden before.
Andre just shrugged, "I openly asked the gardener for it, can't call that stealing."
Chongchong smiled, brought the flower to her lips and kissed it, noticing the blood stain on the milk cup. She looked at the flower in her hand, then at his palm. Noticing her gaze, Andre quickly pulled his hand back.
She raised an eyebrow and commanded.
"Give it to me!"
"What?"
He pretended to be clueless.
"Your right hand."
Andre stood up, "I forgot to wash my hands, let me go wash them."
"I'm angry!" she pouted her lips.
He had no choice but to show his hand to her, nonchalantly saying, "It's just a prick, no big deal."
