Wait for Xiaochuan to go out.

Tang Yiling flipped through a few pages of the magazine and put it down gracefully.

"Come here." He said casually.

Su Ying's eyes were gentle and her smile never faded away.

She obediently stepped closer to the bed, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" [

"Yes, for people who are sick, do you think there is a place where they can feel comfortable?" Tang Yiling had already stretched out his hand and grabbed her flowers. After smelling them, they were quite fragrant.

Pretending to be cold, he still felt a smile appear on his face, "Hey, woman, when you give flowers, don't you know that you have to give them to the owner with your own hands?"

He seemed to have a strong objection to her wanting to hand it over to Ogawa just now.

"Yes, sorry." She apologized with a smile.

"Well, just remember to give it to me personally next time." Tang Yiling cleared his voice, showing a bit of majesty as a man, and then, with his slender fingers, he played with the flowers, lightly touching them and then releasing them, as if

I was afraid that it would be damaged, but I kept repeating it again and again, seemingly asking inadvertently, "I heard that giving eleven roses means what? Tell me."

"My favorite. I only care about you."

"..."

For an instant, Tang Yiling was stunned, and her slender fingers stopped in mid-air. That faint voice was cold and soft, like the windless lake without much fluctuation, but it revealed a seriousness and seriousness that had never been seen before.

It seemed that it was a confession, not an answer.

Just this one moment was like a stone, shattering the calmness he had just pretended to have.

Bad woman... Really, this guy is so bad!

Yes, bad! Very bad!

The eye sockets turned red unconsciously!

Something hot overflowed, and he blinked hard, trying to get it back, but he couldn't stop it.
Chapter completed!