Mu Anhan spun around happily: "Look, I'm wearing the flower dress you wove. As your Flower Fairy, won't you let the Flower Fairy fly to the sky again, alright?"
Gu Xiaozhan hadn't realized the little fox had such talent, connecting all this together.
"Actually, I know you agree, right?" She whispered at his neck, "Otherwise, you wouldn't love this Flower Fairy so much!"
"Oh dear, turns out I miscalculated!" Gu Xiaozhan sighed lightly, "But if the Flower Fairy wants to fly to the sky, she should show a bit of sincerity, shouldn't she?"
Mu Anhan gently lifted herself, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.
Such sincerity, is it enough?
The room was filled with the fragrance of flowers, filled with romance.
...
The next day.
Mu Anhan woke up in the bedroom, nearly at noon.
The aftermath of the alcohol was strong; at the time she didn't feel anything, but now she realized she's lacking energy.
She vaguely remembers the joyful story from the flower house.
