Devil Face gave out a slight cough and recited, 'Uhm, Dear Sandra… Can you make me the luckiest guy alive and go on a date with me tonight? We can go for dinner and then to the park, watching the stars by the lake. I can't wait to meet you. Your lovely, Devil Face.'
Wuxing face palmed himself and asked scornfully, not expecting Devil Face to be this bad, "You are not joking, right? Did you really plan to send her this crap?"
Hearing Wuxing question, Devil Face called out, hoping he will reach out a helping hand, "Wuxing! You gotta help me! She will never agree if she sees my letter! I can't lose this date…"
Wuxing snickered but he wasn't cruel and agreed, "Tsk, fine. Take a pen or whatever and write it down. I won't repeat myself. Dear Sandra…"
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