Xia Liang glanced at the lavish display of candles and roses, estimating it cost anywhere from a few cents to a Yuan. While it might seem extravagant to others, it was certainly a sufficient budget for a confession.
However, the person standing before the confessor was Xia Liang.
Good grief. The last time I celebrated Zhou Ruo's birthday, the fireworks alone cost far more than this entire setup, let alone everything else.
Show off his wealth? Xia Liang had never feared a comparison. If he wanted to, he could arrange something several times more luxurious.
Xia Liang shrugged.
"Your emotional delivery is the problem. For instance, that 'Ah' shouldn't just be 'Ah.' It should be 'Ah~'"
Goosebumps erupted all over the cheesy, handsome guy, and his hairs stood on end. Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd peed his pants. After taking a moment to recover, he said to Xia Liang, "Cut the crap! That was a spontaneous outburst of my genuine feelings!"
