"Smooth talker." Sienna Johnson smiled with pursed lips.
"Don't all women like sweet talk? You don't like it?" Adrian Desmond knew Sienna Johnson liked it; she was secretly flirtatious. "If you don't like it, I won't say it in the future."
"I like it! But you can only say sweet things to me! If I find out you've sweet-talked someone else, Adrian, you're dead!" Sienna Johnson threatened.
"Apart from you, I haven't sweet-talked any woman! Sienna Johnson, I'm open-hearted with you, almost handing over my true feelings for you to trample on." Adrian Desmond's tone carried a hint of complaint.
"Why would I trample on your true feelings?"
Sienna Johnson looked at the lotus in the vase and said, "Thank you for the lotus you gave me. I really like it."
"The past couple of days, I've been in Cagalanga, not Abyanabad, so I didn't send them. I'll send more when I'm back."
