The little woman’s palm was outstretched, he directly took the petals from her palm, bit by bit, and put them into a glass bottle.
"Yihan, it’s so lucky these petals haven’t been damaged by the frost," Su Ge said happily to him.
The man remained expressionless, only opening his mouth after putting the last petal into the bottle, "If they can’t be preserved for two days, then they won’t be able to be appreciated anymore."
Such words were quite the mood killer.
Su Ge pouted imdiately, "Why wouldn’t they be appreciated? As a dical student, I have ways to make them stay vibrant forever."
Even more vibrant than now.
If they couldn’t be appreciated after two days, why would she bother to pick them?
This man really underestimated her.
The man glanced at her indifferently without saying a word.
Su Ge then turned around and continued picking petals.
The snow continued to fall endlessly.
At Changqing Hospital, Mu Zhenzhen stood in a gown by the window, quietly gazing outside.
Looking out, the entire Rong City had turned into a white landscape.
The swirling snowflakes had engulfed the whole city.
Outside, the temperature was below freezing, yet inside the hospital, there were still hurried figures coming and going.
Under the desolate scenery, all of this seed sowhat chilling.
Suddenly, her waist tightened, Mu Zhenzhen quickly looked down in shock, a pair of large hands from behind wrapped around her waist, her face instantly changed, "Mo Xingyuan, what are you doing?"
"It’s snowing, do you want to go out and play in the snow?"
The man rested his head on her shoulder, his cold yet magnetic voice sounding right beside her ear.
"I don’t want to, let go of ."
Mu Zhenzhen tried to remove his hands, but they were like iron, tightly holding onto her, unmovable.
"In such cold weather, let hold you for warmth."
The man directly acted shalessly.
Mu Zhenzhen turned her head to glance at the real-ti temperature of the air conditioner in the room.
Twenty-four degrees.
"Twenty-four degrees, and you call it cold?"
Mu Zhenzhen was really furious.
What’s the connection between the cold outside and inside?
This VIP room that he stayed in was like spring all year round, wasn’t it?
"The heart is cold."
The man seed to sigh lightly, then explained, "It’s your heart that’s cold, I want to warm it."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Unable to free his hands, Mu Zhenzhen didn’t force it, proudly raising her chin, she gazed at the snowy scene outside.
Unexpectedly, the man directly took her small hand and placed it on her chest, "Do you feel it? Here, it’s even colder than the snow outside."
"You..." Mu Zhenzhen forcibly pulled her hand away from his palm, "Mo Xingyuan, what exactly are you doing?"
"Tell what you’re thinking, and I’ll tell you what I’m doing."
The man’s hands still tightly wrapped around her waist.
"What can I be thinking, obviously about when you can get discharged, you’ve already delayed much of my work, do you feel right about continuing to delay like this?"
Mu Zhenzhen finished speaking and even snorted lightly.
"Changqing Hospital isn’t necessarily indispensable." The man seed to chuckle before continuing, "Why not resign, I’ll support you."
Upon hearing this, Mu Zhenzhen imdiately began to struggle fiercely.
"It’s just a joke, is it worth getting so worked up?"
The man raised his head, using his height advantage, he directly rested his chin on the woman’s head.
"Please don’t joke like this in front of , it’s a form of disrespect to ."
Unable to break free from him, Mu Zhenzhen settled down.
"Disrespect?" The man’s smile deepened.
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