"Ah, I was young and ignorant, and besides, you already know about my past, right?" Wen Nian, realizing that she couldn't escape, quickly cooed, "Everyone has their foolish moments when they're young, encountering scumbags is inevitable! But I've reformed since then."
She kept shaking Shen Jun's arm and occasionally rubbed her face against his hand.
Shen Jun felt a tingling sensation on his arm but still kept a stern face. "You're quite the literary genius, huh? You used to fail in Chinese, but you could write such cheesy love letters? 'You are my true love; we will have a beautiful future together. I will love you with all my heart and soul…'"
"Ah!" Hearing Shen Jun recite the contents of the love letter, Wen Nian's face turned red, and she hurriedly covered his mouth.
