Chapter 86 I Owe You a Confession
Zhu Fan only realized this when she pushed open the door to Fang Qizhou's apartment—
The lingering scent of roses on him was actually from being permeated by the rich fragrance of the room.
Her fingertips were still on the doorknob, but she stood frozen in place, her breath caught in the sight before her.
Everywhere you look, there are roses intertwined with white and pink. The delicate petals are layered upon layered, spreading from the entrance hall all the way to the depths of the living room, as if the grandest floral event of spring has been brought into this space.
Delicate scented candles swayed in a warm yellow glow, creating a hazy atmosphere; balloons gently swayed; red wine gleamed enticingly in the light and shadow; and the frosting on the cake sparkled with tiny starlight.
The room was bathed in a warm, ambiguous yellow light, which gently enveloped everything.
Like a meticulously planned confession scene.
The rich floral fragrance wafts up and fills the nostrils, so sweet it makes your heart flutter.
Fang Qizhou glanced at the sea of roses in the room, took her hand, and leaned lazily against the wall. The light cast a soft golden edge on his features, and even his usually cold and deep black eyes softened with warmth.
A pale pink blush had already crept onto the girl's fair cheeks, more captivating than the deepening twilight outside the window. Her slightly widened eyes shone with an incredulous joy, sparkling like a galaxy.
“Fang Qizhou…” Zhu Fan gently covered her lips.
Fang Qizhou put his arm around her waist and led her into the room.
The door closed gently behind me.
It was only then that Zhu Fan realized that the tiny scratches on his right hand, which was holding hers, were marks left by rose thorns.
She gently traced the scars with her fingertips. "Did you set all of this up yourself?"
Fang Qizhou gazed at the heartache in her eyes and curled his lips into a smile.
He gently squeezed the girl's fingers, changed his grip, and now their fingers were intertwined. "Do you like it?"
Zhu Fan nodded repeatedly.
I love it, it's so beautiful, I love it so much.
Fang Qizhou's smile deepened.
The girl's thick eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, her nose tip was tinged with a faint blush, and below that were her full, rose-like lips.
He gently brushed his chin against Zhu Fan's hair, "I owe you a formal confession."
What others have, Zhu Fan will have more of, not less of.
Last time at the restaurant, she saw someone confessing their love with flowers in their arms and stared at them several times.
Zhu Fan looked up, her eyes glistening with tears: "Fang Qizhou, I was the one who pursued you first."
Thinking back to her hasty confession, she felt she had wronged him.
Fang Qizhou lowered his eyes, "I fell for you first. Confessing should be done by the boy."
Zhu Fan smiled and asked him, his small reflection appearing in her clear pupils: "How do you know it wasn't me who fell in love with you first?"
Fang Qizhou's dark eyes, which had been cold and stern, had softened considerably.
He bit the back of his cheek and pulled the person into his arms.
I wish I could be embedded in your very bones and blood.
Zhu Fan felt as if her whole heart was soaking in honey, bubbling with happiness.
“Fang Qizhou…” she protested softly, “You’re going to break my bones.”
Despite saying that, she tightened her arms around his waist even more.
So this is what it feels like to be cherished and held dear in someone's heart.
Zhu Fan tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around Qi Zhou's neck, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss him.
All her words were poured into that kiss.
Zhu Fan's kiss was gentle and light, their lips touching and their breaths mingling.
Fang Qizhou's lips were soft, with a faint minty taste.
The tip of the tongue gently entwines.
Fang Qizhou held the back of her head, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and deepened the kiss.
Zhu Fan was pulled backward by him, her back pressed against the wall. But the back of her head was firmly supported by his palm, preventing any possible collision.
As I stumbled, I accidentally kicked over the bouquet of white roses at my feet.
Delicate petals fluttered down, spreading a fragrant carpet at their feet.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head, his fingertips tracing the glistening moisture on her lips. "Haven't you learned how to breathe while kissing yet?"
Zhu Fan's beautiful eyelashes cast light shadows beneath her eyes, and her clear eyes were misty.
She tilted her head, breathing heavily.
"Do you think everyone is like you, self-taught?"
Fang Qizhou gently stroked her soft lips with his fingertips, his voice seductive and coaxing: "I'll teach you."
Zhu Fan was currently heartbroken over the bouquet of roses that had almost been trampled, "I won't learn now."
She bent down and lifted the bouquet.
Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow, "Am I more important than the flowers?"
Without a second thought, Zhu Fan replied, "You are important."
But she couldn't bear to see such beautiful flowers ruined.
Fang Qizhou bent down.
A beautiful and delicate necklace hangs from the bouquet.
The diamond necklace was hooked by Fang Qizhou's long, slender fingers and placed around her neck.
Zhu Fan gathered her hair so that Fang Qizhou could put it on her.
The sight of the fair neck exposed before him made Fang Qizhou's breathing become heavier.
Zhu Fan lowered her head and felt the burning breath on her neck.
The man's lips lightly brushed against the girl's neck.
Zhu Fan flinched as if he had been electrocuted.
"Fang Qizhou, stop rubbing my neck, it tickles."
The Belle by Harry Winston diamond necklace sparkles under the light.
Her loosened hair was skillfully tied up by Fang Qizhou.
Zhu Fan felt a little regretful. "Fang Qizhou, if I had known you would confess to me today, I should have dressed up nicely and looked prettier."
She's dressed in a sporty casual style now, and her hair isn't washed.
It couldn't be more casual.
Fang Qizhou pointed to the room.
Yes, Fang Qizhou prepared a lot of beautiful clothes for her.
Zhu Fan wanted to go to her room to change her clothes, but Fang Qizhou pulled her back.
The man's eyes gleamed with a roguish smile. "Exchange for the reward."
His domineering manner left no room for her to deny it, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
Zhu Fan thought of the reward Fang Qizhou had asked her for yesterday, looked around the apartment, and confirmed with Fang Qizhou, "There's no one else at home, and you didn't call anyone over, right?"
When Zhu Fan asked, he assumed that Zhu Fan wanted someone to witness the confession.
Fang Qizhou didn't want to be disturbed, but he wanted Zhu Fan to be happy even more.
"It was my first time confessing my feelings, and I had no experience. I didn't tell anyone else."
Since it's a confession, everyone should know.
Zhu Fan quickly shook his head, "Why should we let others disturb us?"
She pointed to the apartment, her voice tinged with laughter: "This is good."
The reward Fang Qizhou wanted was for her to wear her uniform for him.
She met Fang Qizhou's undisguised, burning black eyes. "Have you prepared your clothes?"
"On the bed in the room."
When Zhu Fan arrived at the room, she found that it had been beautifully decorated by Fang Qizhou.
She couldn't take her eyes off it.
Fang Qizhou's aesthetic sense was completely aligned with hers.
With each step, flower petals were kicked up underfoot.
Zhu Fanxiao.
So this is what walking on a flower path means.
The results she sees now are the result of Fang Qizhou's painstaking efforts.
Zhu Fan's gaze fell on the white shirt and black trousers on the bed.
She thought Fang Qizhou wanted to see that kind of uniform.
Bunny girl...black stockings and a bodycon skirt...role-playing...
Neither...
Zhu Fan bit her lower lip lightly.
She seems to have misunderstood him.
Zhu Fan took a shower first.
When she came out of the bathroom, she untied her hair and smelled it.
The hair still had a faint fragrance, not a foul smell.
The uniform was ironed flat, and as she picked up the clothes, the matching underwear underneath was exposed to the air.
Zhu Fan's face flushed.
She had never worn anything so sexy, so light and thin...
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