She asked tentatively, "Are you Rose?"
The man pursed his lips: "You don't even remember my name."
Josh didn't know what to say.
The man moved his fingers, and roses bloomed at her feet, quickly forming a path.
"If you love me, come close to me and offer your love to me with both hands."
There was seduction in his voice.
Josh met his gaze and felt inexplicably familiar.
It's like I've seen it somewhere before.
The warm and rich fragrance that belongs only to roses hits you in the face.
Qiao Xi was a little dazed by the smoke. She gritted her teeth secretly and stared at the man: "Why should I love you?"
The man seemed to have heard something strange. "You came here because you love me, didn't you? You have forgotten your mission and the purpose of coming here, little nightingale."
Josh asked, “What happened between us?”
The man tilted his head, and a wisp of red soft mist floated in front of him. The mist seemed to have consciousness. It jumped lightly in the air a few times and landed in front of Qiao Xi, transforming into the appearance of a man.
The man raised his hand, and held up Qiao Xi's face with his dry palm that smelled of roses, with infinite temptation in his eyes: "You are a nightingale, so you are destined to love me. This is your inescapable fate."
"Fate?" Qiao Xi's eyes gradually blurred, "How can I fall in love with you?"
The man's deep, dark eyes fell on her delicate brows. The fragile little nightingale was as delicate as ever, more delicate than any blooming rose at his feet.
He smiled with satisfaction and brushed his fingertips across her brow: "This is your business."
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