Yan Xinxin stepped toward Mo Chuxi, her mind circling back to what had happened in his office during lunch break.
In the past couple of days, this young master Mo had been acting a bit strange.
"I'm standing right in front of you, and yet you still dare to think about other things?"
The man's tall figure stopped directly in front of her.
Yan Xinxin froze mid-step, catching the faint scent of orchids wafting from him. When she looked up, there was his sharply defined, handsome face staring back at her.
"Mo…"
Yan Xinxin parted her lips to speak, but after uttering a single word, she suddenly paused.
Out of nowhere, Mo Chuxi pulled a vibrant bouquet of red roses from behind him, holding them out to her.
Yan Xinxin could clearly smell the roses' sweet fragrance—it was almost intoxicating.
Red roses. He was giving her red roses?
Seeing Yan Xinxin frozen in place, her arms hanging awkwardly, Mo Chuxi directly shoved the bouquet into her hands.
"Take them."
"..."
