Yan Jing had already gotten someone to prepare the guest room for Su Tao. When he entered, the fragrance of flowers blew against his nostrils before he looked at the television cabinet. There was an azure vase with a few flowers that had enchanting and delicate yellow flower buds in it. Looking at Su Tao’s direction at the vase, Yan Jing explained, “There’s an osmanthus flower tree behind the courtyard, and these were taken from there. The vase is usually placed in my room, but it’s for you today. I can take them away if you don’t like them.”

Su Tao sighed at how meticulous Yan Jing was, then he smiled. “Don’t take them away, I’ll feel hurt if you do!”

Shaking his finger, Su Tao recited, “A light yellow delicate figure that only leaves a fragrance behind; No need for bright greens and reds, the osmanthus is a flower destined to shine. This is a verse that Li Qingzhao used to admire osmanthus, so if you take it away, I’ll surely be disappointed. So how can I not be hurt?”

After a brief stun, Yan Jing sourly replied, “I never expected...