Jiang Chengsi felt a bit downhearted.
Their relationship wasn't defined yet, but she didn't have to be so hasty in explaining.
"Helmet." Jiang Chengsi helped her put on the helmet, "We'll get there faster by motorcycle."
"Okay."
But she was holding the roses with both hands, making it inconvenient to wear the helmet, Jiang Chengsi tightly pressed his lips together and walked up to her, gently tucking her hair behind her ears...
His fingers unintentionally brushed against her skin, causing her body to stiffen.
"These flowers..." Jiang Chengsi coughed, "I see everyone has them."
Today, many girls out in the streets were holding roses in their arms.
She nodded in agreement.
"Do you think...these flowers look nice?"
"Hmm?" She was taken aback, who would ask like that? She hesitated for two seconds, looked down at the flowers, "They're nice, very fresh."
"..."
