The scene below was as beautiful as a painting, almost as if it had been meticulously designed. The distance between each flower was nearly identical, and every patch bloomed in distinct colors.
Following this arrangement… she could clearly see… on the left was "Mo," on the right was "Qian," and in the center… a massive heart formed by red roses…
This man… how could he be so romantic?
Just as Jian You thought of this, she heard the man’s magnetic, pleasant voice beside her: “I planted these for you myself. Do you like it?”
Jian You felt a pang of bittersweet emotion in her heart, deeply touched, yet…
“Are you sure I’m the one you’re looking for? And… what I want is for you to always stay by my side…”
Though Jian You was certain, in this moment, an intense sense of unease washed over her. Perhaps… this happiness laid out before her made her doubt herself.
Xuan Mo Han chuckled softly, pulling her tightly into his arms, his voice intimately close to her ear: “If I could mistake my beloved, would I still be a man, hmm?”
After a pause, Xuan Mo Han lightly kissed her earlobe, his voice carrying an undeniable dominance: “You’ve provoked me. Even if you wanted to run, I’d keep you locked by my side…”
Jian You could hear her heart pounding like a drum, yet she felt much more at ease.
“Let me tell you, I’m not someone to mess with either. If you dare to flirt around… ugh… Xuan Mo Han! I’m being serious, stop interrupting!”
Jian You turned her face to dodge Xuan Mo Han’s wandering hands. He showed no restraint, nibbling lightly at her neck, clearly aware of her body’s sensitive spots…
“I’ll say this once: I only love you, I’ll only marry you, and I’ll never touch another woman. My world… has only you.”
Jian You couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from curving upward. She felt this man must have eaten honey and fed it to her—how else could he make her heart race like this?
“Well…”
Jian You wanted to say something, but her heart was so sweet that she only wanted to hold onto this man, breathing in his pleasant masculine scent, never letting go.
She hadn’t realized how clingy she could be when she liked someone…
“If you’re too touched… I wouldn’t mind a little reward.”
The two were still embracing, with Xuan Mo Han nestled in her hair, earnestly breathing her in. His words were casual, but Jian You thought about it seriously.
After pondering for a while, she realized she had nothing to offer, while this refined man lacked for nothing. So… what could she give?
As her gaze shifted, she caught sight of his perfect side profile and that prominent, alluring Adam’s apple. She remembered how much he loved kissing her, so… should she take the initiative for once?
With that thought, Jian You stopped hesitating. She gently pulled away from him, cupped his handsome face, and leaned in…
Xuan Mo Han hadn’t expected her to make such a move. He stared, stunned, at the little woman with her eyes closed before him, watching her cheeks slowly flush crimson, his heart melting into a puddle.
Just as Jian You was about to pull back, Xuan Mo Han’s rough, broad hand cupped the back of her head. He muttered a single sentence before pressing his face to hers.
“This is how a kiss should be…”
Then Xuan Mo Han began his demonstration, his movements tender, lingering on her lips, gentle yet unrelenting.
Though his actions were soft, he kept at it, leaving Jian You feeling as if her lips had gone numb, yet the man showed no sign of stopping.
“Xuan… Mo Han, how about… we go down and take a look?”
If this continued, she wouldn’t be able to stand…
Xuan Mo Han didn’t respond, still kissing her as he murmured, “Call me Mo.”
“…”
This man was pushing his luck! She’d already adjusted to calling him by his full name, and now he wasn’t satisfied and wanted her to change again. What would he make her call him next?
Jian You shot him a glance, mischievously opening her mouth to bite him, but… he’d already caught her move and dodged…
How was this man so cunning?
Would she end up completely at his mercy in the future?
Thankfully, Xuan Mo Han didn’t tease her further. After who-knows-how-long, he finally stopped, burying his face in her neck to calm his heavy breathing.
After composing himself, he looked up to see Jian You’s flushed face and her lips, red and tempting. Unable to resist again, he forced himself to look away, swearing to make up for it tonight…
Without a word, Xuan Mo Han took Jian You’s hand and led her out. Jian You was puzzled by his reaction until they stepped out of the cabin and realized the plane had landed on a nearby clearing.
Gazing at the vast expanse of beautiful flowers in the distance, Jian You’s mood lifted. She let go of Xuan Mo Han’s hand and walked forward, leaving the tall man behind with a look of quiet resentment…
Luckily, he was in a good mood today, so he didn’t mind. Otherwise, on any other day, he’d have those distracting plants removed immediately…
Grabbing a plush shawl from the cabin, Xuan Mo Han followed closely behind the petite woman.
Why did he feel she was still so thin after days of care? He’d have to arrange a nutrition plan for her when they got back…
Unaware of Xuan Mo Han’s “concern,” Jian You would have been exasperated if she knew. The food she’d been eating these past few days… tasteless, like something served to a hospital patient…
Jian You didn’t care much about food—except for the delicious meals made by Madam, she was indifferent. But as for Xuan Mo Han’s “personal feeding,” she was at a loss for words. On one hand, the food was plain, with no seasonings; on the other, there was his soft, coaxing voice…
The fragrant flowers before her were far more uplifting. Jian You wandered through the flowerbeds, her heart light and carefree.
She wanted to pick one, but remembering that he’d planted them himself… she couldn’t bear to. Her goal was clear.
Though all the flowers were beautiful, her favorite was the uniquespinal of unique red roses in the center…
If Li An were here, he’d probably comment on how even the surrounding “supporting” flowers were the most expensive varieties, costing billions. Though mere seeds, they had a high survival rate, nurtured in the finest soil with the best nutrients. The president had gone to great lengths to make these flowers bloom so beautifully, enough to make even a grown man like him feel swept away in a bubble of romance…
He was counting the days—given the president’s clinginess, a little heir wasn’t far off.
As Jian You approached, her steps slowed unconsciously. Every flower bloomed vibrantly, their petals bursting with life, filling the air with their rich fragrance.
“How many are there…?”
As she spoke, Jian You noticed something. She walked toward the center of the rose heart, where something seemed to be placed…