In the past few days, Shi Xiaowan's face had never missed any opportunity to smile. It was so full of happiness that it made Qiqi, who was single on the side, scream disgusting, and it made them, the single leftover women, feel extremely embarrassed.

However, the girls on the side also followed the gossip about Shi Xiaowan's mysterious boyfriend. However, Shi Xiaowan kept silent. Although she also wanted to share, she couldn't afford it. The power of girls cannot be ignored, especially a group of nymphomaniacs.

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"Xiao Wan, your sweetheart sent you flowers again." Qiqi said the word "you" in a very long and heavy way. She was undoubtedly complaining that her sweetheart didn't know how to play other tricks and was dying to send flowers every day.

But Shi Xiaowan likes this kind of thing. As the saying goes, the more ruthless you are, the more passionate you are. The more passionate you are, the more passionate you are in love.

Shi Xiaowan happily took the bouquet of roses. Qiqi looked at the number of flowers and decisively shouted romantic.

Shi Xiaowan, who was an idiot in the language of flowers, asked helplessly, "Why is it so romantic? It's just roses. Didn't you just complain about it?"

Qiqi rolled her eyes at Shi Xiaowan and said, "Let me know, the flower language of eleven roses means that I will only love you for the rest of my life. Do you understand?"

Hearing these words, Shi Xiaowan's face turned red inadvertently.

Seeing Shi Xiaowan blushing, Qiqi snickered, held Shi Xiaowan in her arms, and said, "I've never noticed before, your dear is quite romantic, isn't it like some people who only know how to eat tofu, and are not afraid of when they will eat it?"

Food poisoning." Qiqi bit out the last word very hard.
Chapter completed!