Xia Ningxing tugged at the corner of her lips, wondering how to deal with this love letter when a magnetic male voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Why not open it up and take a look?" He curved his lips, his tone playful.
"What's so good about it... Lu?" Xia Ningxing was saying this when she looked up to meet the man's half-smiling gaze, and she immediately clammed up, feeling the love letter in her hand burning hot.
How should I put it? It's like being caught by your parents in a puppy love situation.
It's super awkward!
Xia Ningxing swallowed nervously, grabbing his sleeve and explaining anxiously, "Lu, listen to me, I really don't know the class president well, we hardly spoke since school started, I really don't know why he would give me something like this ..."
Lu Tingli, however, as if gunpowder-lit, cut her off: "I'm not your 'who,' if someone sends you a love letter then they have, what's that got to do with me, why do you need to explain anything to me?"
