Jian Ci added with a sly grin, "Better yet, whoever wins gets to sleep with Little Xi for the rest of the weekend."
Yu Xi rubbed his temples. "You do realize I am standing right here."
Jian Ci crouched down, carefully selecting blossoms. His technique was precise, his hands moving with practiced ease. Xiaobao's confidence faltered as she watched him. Of course Jian Ci knew how to arrange flowers—his mother adored them, filling the estate with gardens of every color.
Xiaobao leaned close to Yu Xi, whispering urgently, "Brother… you will pick mine, won't you?"
Yu Xi glanced at her, then at Jian Ci's flawless bouquet-in-progress, and sighed.
He took another spoonful of his ice cream, savoring the cool sweetness before speaking with calm finality. "I will not help you cheat. If his bouquet is more beautiful, then I will pick that one."
Xiaobao's lips twitched, her pride wounded. "I should have known that once you found the love of your life, you would forget your relatives."
