What came into view was the room full of delicate red roses, and the white bed was also covered with rose petals. Shrouded in the glistening candlelight, it shocked her heart.
She didn't know when she fell asleep in the dazzling beauty of this room. She just picked up the bouquet of red roses closest to her, put it to her nose and smelled it, and she became intoxicated without knowing it.
"Are you awake?" At this time, Feng Hao opened the door and came in, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her and asking.
"What's going on? There are so many flowers." Her face reflected the bouquet of roses, and the person was more beautiful than the flowers.
It's not that she has never seen flowers before, nor has she ever received flowers before. But this was the first time for Feng Hao to send flowers. As soon as he sent them, he gave so many flowers, which made her heart feel sweet and warm when she saw them.
"Don't all women like men to send flowers? I thought about it, and I haven't given you a flower since I met you."
"That's right! You haven't even given me flowers." He has given her many things, including jewelry, real estate, bank cards, companies and parrots. But he has never given her a flower. She is not a pretentious person.
I'm a woman, so I didn't pay any attention to it.
If he didn't mention it today, she really wouldn't have thought of it.
"Then... I owe you what I owe you, and I will pay it back to you today." He stroked the handful of flowers, but kept staring at her.
He looked indifferent, but he took the splendor of this room for granted.
The soft candlelight, reflecting those roses, secretly gave rise to a heart-wrenching romance, which gradually penetrated into the bones.
"What you owe me? Give it back to me? What do you want to do?" Xia Yucheng's heart tightened, and she was no longer thinking about romance, but the preparations before breaking up.
"What nonsense are you thinking about again!" Feng Hao said to her lovingly when he saw her expression change.
"Nothing!" Xia Yucheng recalled that Feng Hao had said before that even if one day he no longer wanted her, she would still be able to leave with a smile.
Could it be because grandma woke up and said something, so today...
Xia Yucheng's heart ached intensely, her nose felt sour, and she turned her face to the side suddenly, not looking at the red roses in her hands, nor at Feng Hao.
He waited until he forced back the tears that welled up, then turned his face, looked at Feng Hao and smiled: "Thank you! I like it very much!"
"Why are you being polite to me? Now that I think about it, it's all my fault. How come I gave you everything but missed the flowers?"
"It's okay!" Xia Yucheng put down the rose bouquet in her hand and put her arms around his neck, "I'm very happy, look at me, I'm smiling!"
She raised her chin and smiled brightly. With her dark eyes, white and tender skin, and delicate facial features, Feng Hao felt that she was more beautiful than any rose in the room.
He looked at her obsessively and intently for a while, then got up and went to the cloakroom to get her a water-red dress.
"Change into it and go down to eat." He handed the skirt to her and said softly.
"Why is it red?" You know she rarely wears red clothes. She always feels that this color is too bright.
"Joyful!" he replied with a smile.
Since the breakup was about to leave with a smile, of course it had to be festive. Xia Yucheng suppressed the complexity in her heart, smiled sweetly at him, lifted the sheets and got out of bed, picked up her skirt and ran into the cloakroom.
"Why are you running? It's not like you haven't seen it before?" Seeing her hurried and panicked look, Feng Hao smiled, leaned back, and fell on the bed, among the fragrant petals.