Tangtang finished speaking, pouted her lips, and reluctantly put on her clothes while complaining, "These people really have no originality in writing love letters. It's all so monotonous and boring."
"Hey, cousin, show me the love letters you've received. They must be better than the ones I got."
Niuniu looked at Tangtang's disdainful yet curious expression and couldn't help but to sigh inwardly. Her face turned slightly red, and she glared at her impatiently, "Can't you just behave for once? Your face doesn't even turn red when you talk about writing love letters."
"And to think, someone like you dislikes the love letters for not being lively or novel enough, that's one thing, but why did you have to hit him? Don't act like I don't know anything."
"I heard that a boy from the class next to yours wrote you a love letter. You didn't like it and not only beat him up but also made him rewrite it over and over until you were satisfied..."
