The little woman still refused to respond, busying herself with fiddling with her fingers.
The man’s expression darkened upon seeing this.
After staring at the little woman for a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and left the pavilion.
Su Ge stealthily raised her gaze to look at the man, only to see him striding towards the blooming roses, casually reaching out to hook a stem. Before he could pluck a flower, a furrow ford between his brows from pain, and he let go.
Su Ge’s expression changed in an instant, unconsciously rising from her seat, but then she sat back down.
This idiot, doesn’t he know that roses have thorns?
And he reached for the stem so forcefully.
Such a fool.
The man glanced at his pricked middle finger, already oozing a trace of crimson. He frowned and brushed it with another finger, then carefully examined each rose bush, apparently picking one with fewer thorns, and after plucking it, headed straight for the pavilion.
Su Ge hurriedly lowered her gaze again. After the man sat down, he first removed all the thorns from the rose stem in his hand, then without saying a word, silently offered it to the little woman.
"What for?" Su Ge didn’t look at the rose being handed to her, but deliberately looked at the man with feigned confusion.
A rare touch of unease tinged the man’s dignified face, "It’s for you, take it."
"Why would you give flowers?" Su Ge finally glanced at the rose in the man’s hand, "Who gives just one flower as a gift? Last ti I gave you ninety-nine and even wrapped them so nicely."
The hand the man extended visibly stiffened, about to retract, but Su Ge quickly accepted the rose, "I accept your apology."
"Who said... anything about an apology..." The flower was taken by the woman, and the man visibly relaxed, though he muttered a small complaint.
Knowing that all n inherently have a strong sense of pride, Su Ge didn’t press further and placed the rose on the table, then extended her hand toward the man, "Yihan, give your hand."
The man looked at her suspiciously.
"Hurry up."
The little woman urged him with a coquettish voice.
The man indeed couldn’t resist and naturally raised a hand, but Su Ge pointed to the other, "I want that hand."
The man’s expression turned stern, but without much thought, extended the other hand.
It wasn’t until after he had reached out that he rembered sothing, but the little woman had already flipped open his fingers to inspect them, seeing the wound on his middle finger. Without a word, she took his finger into her mouth and gently sucked on it.
The man watched her do this, suddenly freezing in place, his handso face instantly tensed, his deep phoenix eyes fixedly staring at the little woman, and in the depths, a fire ignited with the montum of a prairie blaze.
The little woman, oblivious, sucked several tis before withdrawing the man’s finger. Just as she was about to let go of his hand, the man grabbed her wrist in return, pulling forcefully and directly yanking the woman off the chair into his embrace.
In the mont she was seated, the woman’s face turned bright red. She looked at her position, then in shock raised her head to et the man’s burning gaze.
Why on earth was he... having a... a physiological reaction...
"Can you feel it?" eting the little woman’s eyes, the man’s voice was husky as if it were being scorched by flas.
Su Ge’s already flushed face turned utterly red beyond asure.
What... what kind of problem is this?
"Su Xiaoge, what do you think we should do now?" The man’s grip on her waist tightened, each word threatening.
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