Mu Anhan spun around happily: "Look, I’m wearing the flower dress you wove. As your Flower Fairy, won’t you let the Flower Fairy fly to the sky again, alright?"
Gu Xiaozhan hadn’t realized the little fox had such talent, connecting all this together.
"Actually, I know you agree, right?" She whispered at his neck, "Otherwise, you wouldn’t love this Flower Fairy so much!"
"Oh dear, turns out I miscalculated!" Gu Xiaozhan sighed lightly, "But if the Flower Fairy wants to fly to the sky, she should show a bit of sincerity, shouldn’t she?"
Mu Anhan gently lifted herself, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.
Such sincerity, is it enough?
The room was filled with the fragrance of flowers, filled with romance.
...
The next day.
Mu Anhan woke up in the bedroom, nearly at noon.
The aftermath of the alcohol was strong; at the time she didn’t feel anything, but now she realized she’s lacking energy.
She vaguely remembers the joyful story from the flower house.
The flower house is now somewhere she simply can’t visit again.
She grabbed the quilt to cover her face, still feeling warm.
The man was long gone from the room, she picked up her phone, and there were hundreds of messages in the work group.
Fortunately, Wang Kangyan was there and had handled everything.
She got up to freshen up, her body still a bit sore.
When she went downstairs directly for lunch, Gu Xiaozhan sent a message.
He sent a picture for her to see: [The flowers withered in the flower house last night, I’ve replaced them. Han Han, see if there’s anything else to replenish?]
Mu Anhan simply couldn’t look, [You decide, I like them all.]
Gu Xiaozhan: [I like them a lot too.]
He loves the flowers and the beautiful woman dancing among them.
He decided to cultivate the garden well, for more happiness next time.
She didn’t feel like going to the office today, so after lunch she went to the study room, turned on the computer and started working.
In the evening, Gu Xiaozhan came back particularly early.
He went to the study room to find her, seeing her busy.
"Han Han, I’m back!"
Mu Anhan heard his voice, her face still somewhat flushed, "Hmm, I know."
Gu Xiaozhan wrapped her in his arms, getting a small slap from her: "Don’t do that, I’m still busy!"
He deeply kissed her hair: "It still smells like flowers!"
It was fine until he mentioned it, which made Mu Anhan wish she could find a hole to hide in.
Though they’re an old married couple, how could he just do that with her in such a romantic place as the flower house...
"You took advantage of my drunkenness to bully me." She accused him.
"In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Gu Xiaozhan laughed softly.
Mu Anhan knew he was a bit jealous because of Aix.
"Han Han, am I handy with my hands?" He extended his big hand to show her.
His hands can protect the country, carry guns and cannons, and weave flower crowns for the young lady to look beautiful all over.
"Praising your own goods like Wang Po selling melons." Mu Anhan hummed lightly, "See, I’ll make a grass dress for you next time, to show off my skills."
Gu Xiaozhan’s interest piqued at once: "Looking forward to it, looking forward! So looking forward, Han Han, you better not trick me!"
Mu Anhan gently pushed him away: "I’m not done with my work."
"After you’re done, go check out the flower house." Gu Xiaozhan whispered softly.
"I won’t!" Mu Anhan covered her face with both hands.
She didn’t want to revisit old places; those crazy images from last night were still fixed in her mind.
Yet who knew the man was so scheming: "Looking at beautiful things more often gives inspiration for chip research..."