Nan Sichen pinched her little nose, "Just thank me, why thank the heavens? What is the heavens anyway? I am your heavens."
Qin Yin burst into laughter, "You're really narcissistic."
She wrinkled her nose and then slipped into the Flower Room.
The Flower Room was warm, without a trace of the late autumn chill.
It was an all-glass house filled with various kinds of chrysanthemums, truly the season for chrysanthemums, blooming beautifully.
Qin Yin gently inhaled the floral fragrance and lazily leaned against the sofa, "Nan Sichen, you're making me not want to go to Z Country with this last meal."
Nan Sichen's expression changed slightly, he chuckled, "If you don't go now, I reckon Niuniu might come after you with a knife."
"True." Qin Yin plucked a chrysanthemum and smelled it at her nose tip, then inexplicably said, "I want to have Chrysanthemum Tea."
"Okay." Nan Sichen nodded and said to the servant who had just served the dishes, "Brew a pot of Chrysanthemum Tea."
