"Pretty good…" Wen Yaonan didn't know why Shang Dongyuan suddenly asked such a nonsensical question?
Hearing this, Shang Dongyuan pondered for a moment and then said, "Order double the amount you ordered last time, again."
"So many? What do you want to do?" Wen Yaonan's eyes widened.
A grown man, what does he need so many roses for?
A rose bath?
Shang Dongyuan was already turning to leave, "To give to a woman."
Of course, when a man buys roses, it's to give them to a woman.
"Oh…" Wen Yaonan responded, preparing to sit down, when a sudden realization hit him. He incredulously raised his head to look at Shang Dongyuan's departing figure, exclaiming, "To give to a woman?! Jeez! Who have you got your eye on? You're actually thinking of being romantic?"
...
His answer was naturally the empty room.
Shang Dongyuan got into the car by himself, his eyes and brows were filled with laughter, not hiding it at all.
Being romantic, huh?
