Those words exploded in his ears, and Tao Zhiyan felt as though his heart was about to stop.
He was suddenly wide awake!
This... Feng Ze...?
He had given him... why? Was he flirting with him?
Tao Zhiyan blinked rapidly a few times.
"May I come in?" Looking at Tao Zhiyan's bright red ears, Feng Ze resisted the urge to reach out and pinch one.
"Yes..." Tao Zhiyan stepped aside in a daze.
The man strode inside.
Tao Zhiyan's mind was still a jumble. The words "You are my salvation" had gone straight to his head, and he couldn't calm down no matter what he did.
He rubbed his head hard, then closed the door.
By then, Feng Ze had already reached Tao Zhiyan's bed.
He set the roses on the cabinet, then took the wilted flowers out of the vase by Tao Zhiyan's bedside.
Tao Zhiyan hurried over. "Just leave them here. I can take care of them later."
"Do you have scissors?" Feng Ze asked instead.
"Yes." Tao Zhiyan paused before answering, "In the cabinet."
"Mm." Feng Ze opened the cabinet and took out the scissors.
Then he picked up a rose, lowered his eyes, and carefully snipped off its thorns.
Tao Zhiyan hurried forward and reached for it. "Young Master, just leave it. I can do it myself later."
Feng Ze moved it aside, out of his reach. "There are thorns. Be careful."
Of course he knew there were thorns. That was precisely why he couldn't let Feng Ze do it.
Tao Zhiyan wanted to take it, but after Feng Ze's reaction, he didn't dare reach out again.
The usually aloof, proud man now stood with his eyes lowered, carefully clipping the thorns off his roses, one by one, before putting them into the vase.
Tao Zhiyan's