This time, he was referring to me, not "His Highness."
Qu Tan'er's small hands were held behind her back as she hopped and skipped towards him.
"Chengcheng, I want to tell you something. Where we come from... girls often receive red roses when they're being pursued—they're similar to the red Chinese roses and roses here."
"Oh, have you received any?"
"Of course, I have! When I was in school, I was the real deal, as both beauty and brains - the school beauty - and admirers could form a line from the school gate all the way to the main street..." The woman started off quite proud of herself but, as she talked, she ran out of steam... ahem, maybe got a little too ahead of herself.
The expression on the gentleman's face started to turn ugly again.
"Chengcheng, someone did send them, but I didn't accept," Qu Tan'er quickly explained with an awkward smile.
