The night was deep, and the man's face was illuminated by the streetlamp, exuding an irresistible allure reminiscent of a medieval vampire noble.
Cecilia Vaughn, handing Adrian Law the bouquet of red roses, blushed, her rosy lips pouting slightly, a bit embarrassed.
The language of red roses...
She surprisingly forgot about this metaphor.
Seeing Cecilia's embarrassment, Adrian Law chuckled softly and naturally accepted the bouquet from Cecilia.
He leaned closer to Cecilia's face, his intense masculine presence enveloping the girl's glowing white skin by her ears.
"I love you, each and every day."
"..."
Though she knew he was referring to the language of red roses, at this moment, she couldn't help but let her mind wander!
Cecilia's heart raced, she glanced at him with a mix of shyness and annoyance.
"I was just trying to help that little girl sell out quickly, don't overthink it, let's head back soon."
"Alright, let's go home."
