"Flowers... We need to buy flowers..." Jiang Zheyu hurriedly pushed Su Yan away, turning her head to the side. Her cheeks were bright red, and the corners of her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
'If this keeps up, we won't even need to buy flowers!'
"Mm," Su Yan chuckled lightly. "Alright."
He reached out to help Jiang Zheyu straighten her white dress. His red eyes swirled with a dark, intoxicating light as he smoothed out every last wrinkle.
The two of them stepped out of the Hovercar, their clothes perfectly in order, as if nothing had just happened.
The atmosphere between Jiang Zheyu and Su Yan seemed to be colored with the warm hues of intoxicating bliss.
"What a coincidence!" a lazy voice called out, shattering the mood.
