Yan Feifan's behavior made his older sister, Yan Ziruo, flush with embarrassment. She said sheepishly, "Su Ye, you know how Feifan gets... sometimes his brain just misfires..."
"Ziruo, I'm not angry. On the contrary, I'm very happy!"
Yu Suye's face, flushed and lovely, seemed to rival the flowers in her hands. She beamed. "This is the first time Feifan has ever given me flowers, you know."
"Hehe, I never would have expected it. I'm too happy to be anything else."
Seeing the genuine joy in Yu Suye's crinkled, affectionate eyes, Yan Ziruo could tell she wasn't pretending and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Su Ye, the first time is just the beginning. There'll be many more to come."
"Come on, let's see what gifts this guy got us. If we're not satisfied, we can gang up on him."
The two women hurried over to the living room sofa, sat down, and couldn't wait to open the jewelry boxes in their hands.
"Wow, an emerald ring!"
"Mine's purple! It's gorgeous!"
