Jian Qing looked speechlessly up at the sky, "..."
Did this man catch a fever after his trip to J City and become delirious?
"What's your answer?" The man's urging voice rang out.
Jian Qing really wanted to ignore it. Kill her, how could she write a love letter?
"Xiaojing, you've never written me one. Why should I write you one? That would make me the loser," she sought an excuse to get him to drop the love letter idea.
Writing a love letter is slower than blowing up the Bruce organization.
"Then I'll write you one in return!" Quan Jingwu responded at a leisurely pace.
Was he trying to corner her?
"I'll think about it." She would stall as long as she could, hoping he might forget in a few days.
Even though this answer was not satisfactory, at least there was hope.
Quan Jingwu grunted in agreement, albeit reluctantly.
"Is it still night time in J City?" Jian Qing lifted her eyes to the floating twilight and asked softly.
