He hadn't looked at Su Xiaoyue with such an expression in a long time.
Ever since he had realized he was in love with Su Xiaoyue, he had always tried to show his gentle side in front of her.
A burning breath tickled Su Xiaoyue's face, making her feel itchy and tingling.
Her hand lifted to touch his handsome face, a smile on her lips, "Your flowers? Who gave you the flowers?"
"Your flowers, the flowers I gave you."
Fan Shaoming corrected his slip of the tongue.
Her slender, soft fingers caressed his warm lips, and Fan Shaoming felt as if electricity surged through him, causing his heart to flutter, his gaze deepening further.
Old Song quickly stepped aside, fearing what he might see in the sequel of this inappropriate scene.
"I didn't receive any."
