She stood by the car, glanced at that love letter, and felt completely off.
What the hell kind of love letter is that?
Isn't it way too straightforward?
It just said a few words: [To be honest, I've liked you for a long time. If you like me too, then let's go get a~room.]
The lady boss even said that using this love letter for a confession has never failed, it's a hundred percent success rate!
She just wanted to ask, whose terrible idea was this? Such an obvious provocation, it'd be a miracle if the confession failed!
Eva Nightingale quietly tossed the love letter behind her.
Then, holding the flowers, she walked up to him, just about to say something, but he interrupted her:
"To be honest, I like you too!"
Eva Nightingale: "..."
"Get in the car! Let's go!" He was stingy with words, fearing he'd say too many, exuding a noble aura, yet his words were full of roguishness.
Eva Nightingale was stunned: "Where to?"
"Wherever you want to do it?"
He asked back.
