Miaomiao pouted, "Don't underestimate me! I, I, I... I can write!"
Han Naisen sensibly kept quiet.
The little girl opened a new page of her exercise book and seriously wrote three big characters: Ji Yexing!
Her handwriting was taught by Grandpa Ji, neat and impressive, quite intimidating at first glance.
Then... Miaomiao chickened out.
Um... How do you write a love letter? And, there are so many words I can't write... What to do, what to do?
If only I hadn't bet with Shenshen just now that I could write...
She was nibbling her finger, looking completely distressed, occasionally glancing pitifully at Han Naisen.
In this situation, Han Naisen couldn't focus on his homework, so he put down his pen and asked gently, "Which words can't you write?"
"I can't write any... I don't know what to write..." she said honestly, blinking her big eyes, like light shimmering on water, brilliant and beautiful.
