Shi Nuan bit her lip, her face turning even redder. She hurriedly reached up to remove the flower from her hair but ultimately failed.
Because Song Yansheng held her hand.
He said, "People are more charming than flowers; it's very pretty, why take it off!"
Shi Nuan struggled but was unsuccessful and became annoyed.
"Second Uncle... let go!"
Of course, Song Yansheng didn't let go. The white, fragrant flower bud stood out in her black hair, beautifully contrasting with her flushed little face.
He wanted to keep this beautiful scene a little longer, even if just for a moment...
He said, "Good Nuannuan, be good!"
Shi Nuan frowned and said, "Second Uncle, what you call not wasting good times, is it doing uncivilized things like picking flowers?"
Song Yansheng, thick-skinned enough, immediately nodded, "Hmm... something like that!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
Just as she was about to say something else, a servant's soft call came at that moment, "Young Master, Young Madam—"
