"Alright, it's fine if you don't write me a letter, I'll write one for you. How's that?"
Ji Rui's words were laced with laughter, and aside from the laughter, there was a faint hint of affection and tenderness.
Le Tong's heart quivered; this feeling of being cherished and tenderly cared for was something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Will you really write it?"
Though it wasn't impossible that he was merely joking, Le Tong couldn't help but start anticipating.
Since she decided to be in a relationship with this man, she had mentally prepared herself to accept a man who was hot-tempered, moody, sharp-tongued, and dull.
But the more she interacted and got to know the man, the more she realized that his temper was not as bad as she thought. While he wasn't exactly romantic, he was certainly more thoughtful and attentive than many other men. In short, it was unfair to call him dull.
