On the first day of the New Year, Young Master Zhou kept a sullen face throughout.
After having lunch, An Rui and Zhou Qi each went back home, but Zhou Chengchen didn't hurry to leave, following Xi Siyan to his place instead.
Once inside, Xi Siyan poured her a glass of water, then went to the bedroom to retrieve the gloves he bought yesterday.
He also bought a gift bag, giving it a simple wrap.
"For me?"
Handing the gift bag to Zhou Chengchen, Xi Siyan stayed calm outwardly, but his ears blushed a little.
"Yes."
Zhou Chengchen's eyes lit up, and she quickly took it: "What is it?"
Opening the bag, she pulled out the fluffy gloves, her smile growing even brighter: "They're beautiful."
"Happy New Year."
Xi Siyan spoke, and Zhou Chengchen hurriedly put them on. She could tell they were just a cheap pair of gloves, but she liked them, really liked them.
Hugging the gift, contentedly heading home, Zhou Chengchen very carefully placed the gloves inside her drawer.
