Just as Xia Jiujiu was looking at the bunch of red balloons in her hand with a blank face, a seven or eight-year-old boy handed her a delicate red rose.

"Sister, once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time."

Xia Jiujiu blinked his amber apricot eyes suspiciously, and said puzzledly:

"This, is this for me?"

Hehe, will you ask for money?

"Free?" A certain door-slamming girl added with a shocked face.

The little boy laughed, and then the chick nodded like a peck of rice.

Xia Jiujiu hesitantly took the rose, and before he could say thank you, the little boy turned around and ran away.

Immediately afterwards, another little girl of seven or eight years old came up to her and handed her a red rose.

"You know I like you more than just that."

Xia Jiujiu's question mark face: "??? ”

What's going on?

Where did these weird kids come from today?

Then a little boy came with red roses:

"Let me be your eyes so you can see clearly."

Xia Jiujiu: "Huh? ”

She's not short-sighted......

Wait, what's going on with being confessed by a few kids at once?

In the next time, Xia Jiujiu held countless roses and heard many words like this-

"Just like that, love you, love you, love you, and be together at any time."

"As long as I stay with you, the smallest of me, I have big dreams."

“……”

The last thing she heard was - "For the rest of my life, I only want you." ”

This is like the most affectionate confession......

Xia Jiujiu was slightly stunned, his heart suddenly throbbed, and a tall figure appeared as far as he could see.

The young man had changed into a classic pure white haute couture suit, his dark eyes locked tightly on her body, and he walked towards her with straight and slender legs.

The well-cut lines set off his figure more perfectly, and his every move revealed the innate nobility and elegance.

Maybe it's because of the reason for wearing a suit, Mo Xiyan at this moment is a little more mature and restrained in Xia Jiujiu's eyes.

The noble and noble, dusty young man with distinct bones between his fingers, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses.

Xia Jiujiu looked at him in a daze, almost lost in the handsome figure of the young man, and was distracted for a long time, until he stood still in front of him.

The eyes of the people around were attracted by the elegant actions of this young man with his own aura.

Mo Xiyan took a deep breath and handed the rose in his hand to the girl, and his deep magnetic voice was full of affection:

"Little one, do you know how many roses you have in your hand?"

Xia Jiujiu came back to his senses, his eyes flickered slightly, he shook his head, and said hesitantly: "Bad guy, you are ......"

"With my bouquet of roses, you'll receive ninety-nine."

The handsome and unparalleled face of the young man evoked a smile that charmed all beings, and his deep eyes were full of tenderness that could not be dissolved, and he stuffed the roses into the girl's arms strongly.

Xia Jiujiu: "......"

The fragrance of roses came to her nose, and Xia Jiujiu said that she was about to be overwhelmed among the flowers!

The delicate red color makes the girl's pure and fair little face even more moving.

Mo Xiyan looked at the girl's blank little face, and said slowly: "Little bit, the flower language of ninety-nine roses, do you know?" ”

Hearing Mo Xiyan's low and magnetic voice, Xia Jiujiu was slightly stunned, and she was in a state of confusion and immediately realized a problem.