Gu Shaocheng dismissively says, "I’ve heard too many sweet words, but none of them were true. If you had the opportunity, you would be flirting with soone else and would have run off long ago."
"If what I say is true, then I’m only interested in you." Chenxing retorted, wishing she could make a solemn oath as he didn’t seem to believe her.
Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "How many words of what you say are true?"
"Of course, every word is true, truer than pure gold."
He denied it, shaking his head, "Fake, faker than a wig!"
"Where is it fake?"
"Last ti you swore you’d actively pursue , what happened? What’s the follow-up? Where’s the love letter you promised ?"
He’s been waiting for that love letter, she hasn’t even written a single word of it until now.
People always say n are the ones who sweet-talk, but he’s convinced it’s won who are the true masters of sweet talk!
Especially this woman in front of him, who delights in teasing him by promising but never following through, he foolishly always took her words as truth, the regret after heartfelt moved was endless waiting... (hopeless waiting!)
Chenxing’s face twitched a little, ah, she had forgotten about that, but admitting it would certainly lead to no good outco. Chenxing quickly thought: "I’ve been drafting it. I just haven’t finalized it. I just kissed you, that counts as an active pursuit."
Gu Shaocheng had already stood up, looking down at her with contempt, "Your words are just like your eyebrows."
"..." What did he an by that?
Gu Shaocheng shook his robe, then added casually, "The more you draw, the blacker they beco!"
Chenxing pouted and imdiately retorted, "I’ll write it now, I’ll just write it now."
The young girl swore to change her impression in Shaocheng’s heart, jumped up, but a mont later, she looked disappointed, "There’s no paper or pen."
As soon as her words finished, an unknown object was thrown at her.
Chenxing evaded it, and the pillow hit her solidly. In a playful mood, she feigned injury, clutching her chest: "Ah...Shao...Shaocheng..."
Then she fell to the ground.
She was feigning a dying state, just shy of vomiting blood bubbles.
Young Master Gu poured himself a glass of wine, noticing her solo performance. Giving her a quick glance, he then removed his gaze, leisurely pouring the wine. He leisurely moved to the window, over looking the glitzy city of Dubai.
Chenxing had been putting on a show for a while and realized there was no one playing along. Lifting her eyelid a bit, she could only see the man’s broad back.
Ah, this is no fun.
Turning over, lying on the carpet, she turned on her phone, swinging her legs left and right, and earnestly began to type.
A love letter...
Hmm... aren’t love letters supposed to be from n to won? Why does she, a girl, have to write one to a man?
That’s so unfair!!
She buried her head and began to ponder intensely.
"Dear Shaocheng: I love you, my love for you is like the endless river..."
Chenxing pursed her lips, staring at the phone screen: isn’t that too exaggerating? It sounds so fake.
No, no... delete, think again.
"Shaocheng: This is the first ti I’m writing you a love letter, I don’t know what to say. We’ve known each other for more than a year now, this year has been like a dream. Every glance from you touches . Now, I finally know how important you are to . Hereon, thinking about you has beco a daily routine for . Will you hold my hand from being your wife to becoming your old wife?"
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