Lilia's face flushed at his words, knowing full well what he implied.
As if that wasn't enough, her eyes drifted toward the bouquet of flowers sitting on top of the table. A small smile curved her lips as she admired how beautiful and intricately arranged it was.
The bouquet was made of red and white roses, shaped perfectly into a heart — white roses outlining the top, red roses filling the center, and a mix of both in the middle to form the heart.
It was simply too lovely, and her heart couldn't help but swell with joy.
Zethan moved, gently lifting the bouquet and passing it to her.
"Go ahead," he said.
Lilia took it gently from him, sniffing it eagerly, her eyes brightening.
"Wow, Zethan, this smells so nice," she said warmly.
Zethan's lips curled into a small, soft smile as he replied quietly,
"Not as nice as you."
Lilia's face flushed immediately at his words.
