Little White wants to be a king: [Luo Luo, did you receive the flowers? Do you like them? If you like them, I'll send them to you every day from now on!]
Yun Qiqi: "..."
She looked at the message, then at the flowers, and only one thought came to mind: What's got into this guy again?
She was just about to type a reply to tell him not to send any more in the future.
Suddenly, she was wrapped from behind in a warm, strong embrace, a man's undeniable scent following close behind.
"Who sent them, hmm?"
Hearing this low voice tinged with danger, Yun Qiqi instinctively felt a bit guilty for some reason.
Before she could figure out how to respond, Yan Yan had already reached over and taken the bouquet of roses from her arms.
He directly tore off the card on top, glanced at it, and his expression turned completely dark, his aura becoming extremely cold.
Without a word, he reached out and threw the entire bouquet into the nearby trash can, which wobbled precariously from the impact.
