"Three hundred thousand words. There'll definitely be more than that, not less." Li Jingtai assured her.
Su Qiao roughly skimmed two pages, her face growing darker and darker. She tossed the papers back onto the desk in front of him. "What on earth did you write?"
Li Jingtai blinked innocently. "A self-reflection letter."
"If you find reading it yourself too tiring, I can read it aloud for you."
As he spoke, Li Jingtai sat up straight, picked up the papers, and began reading from them.
"Dearest Qiaoqiao, meeting you was the greatest blessing of my life. Being able to have you, hold you, and even call your name makes me feel happy and sets my blood boiling."
"Your enchanting eyes, your sexy and alluring lips, your flowing, lustrous hair, your slender, fair, tender little hands, your petite, exquisite, adorable little feet, and your... Everything about you is so captivating that I even want to worship and kiss every single strand of your hair."
"I have dreamed countless times that when I opened my eyes at dawn, the first thing I would smell would be the fragrance of your hair, and that I could hold your warm, soft body..."
Su Qiao's face grew darker and darker, but the tips of her ears quietly reddened.
"Stop!"
"What on earth did you write? Is this a self-reflection letter?"
"How is it not? I'm clearly reflecting on whether I didn't treat you well enough or love you enough in the past."
Li Jingtai wore an utterly innocent expression, and there was even a hint of guilt in his gaze as he looked at her.
"Oh, right. The actual reflection is coming up next. Keep listening while I continue reading."
"I know I've done things that hurt you in the past. I swear that I'll