The car parked beneath the high-rise building. The door opened, and Fei Chuan stepped out. He quickly walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
Bei Sangyun chuckled at the sight. As she stepped out, she commented, "You really don't need to open the door for me."
"But I want to," Fei Chuan replied, taking her purse and the bouquet from her arms. "I've always wanted to do things like this for you. Now I finally have a reason."
Bei Sangyun shook her head helplessly. Though she insisted he didn't need to, her heart was warmed by his actions and sweet words. Cooking for her early in the morning, showing up at her door with flowers, and driving her to work—everything he did was so sweet. He made her feel special.
"Are you going to put these on your desk?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to see them while I work."
