Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At that mont, Qin Chong looked over upon hearing the sound.
Startled by the sharp, knife-like voice, Gu Tianhao’s body shivered.
He turned his head and saw only a pair of slender, well-defined hands snatching the flowers from his grasp.
The next mont, he was shocked to see the bouquet of roses he had brought falling into Qin Chong’s arms.
“Sicheng, what is this…”
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