Lu Zhan heard her words and lifted his head unexpectedly.
Did she know?
Why did she suddenly ask this, and about roses, of all things?
He glanced at her, seeing she was focused on drawing, and thought she had casually brought it up.
After all, roses represent love.
Feigning calmness, he said, "If you like them, I'll buy some for you tomorrow."
"No, I was just asking casually!" Chi Nuan turned around, her smile bending like crescent moons.
Thinking about how good he was to her, and her secretly testing him, Chi Nuan felt an immense sense of guilt.
She didn't dwell on the topic, quickly changing it: "Aren't you going to make yourself a glass of sour plum juice?"
"Too sour!" responded Lu Zhan.
Chi Nuan laughed: "But you finished a whole glass last time?"
"That's because you made it for me; of course I had to drink it all." He replied, as if it were the most natural thing.
Chi Nuan turned, glanced at him, said nothing, but inside felt sweetness.
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