[Quick Travel] Pretending to be Affectionate [MTL]

Chapter 201- 202

　　Chapter 201 Searching for him in the crowd 12

　　The school is located on a mountain, and there is a mountain behind the dormitory. Thick trees block the sunlight, making the dormitory in darkness even in midsummer. Even at noon, you have to turn on the lights to see clearly and brightly.

　　There was no light in the dormitory at this time, but the letter in Mingyao's sight was very clear. It was like this in Mingyao's eyes before. He pursed his lips and read carefully, as if he wanted to see every word and every stroke on it clearly. Be clear and see clearly what the person who wrote it was thinking.

　　Mingyao didn't know where the pink letter went. It was not in his schoolbag or the dormitory trash can.

　　He didn't know where the green letter paper came from or when the other party wrote such a message.

　　But when he looked at the elegant words above, he seemed to see the invisible existence.

　　The letter was unsigned, as if the person who wrote it had no intention of settling on a precise identity.

　　But unlike the previous letter, which also had no signature, Ming Yao looked at it with pleasure.

　　"Why did you write it?" Ming Yao asked.

　　He pursed his lips and said, "You know, I won't refuse you. If you want me to throw away that letter, I plan to throw it away too."

　　No one would care anyway.

　　"Yes, I know." The ubiquitous voice sounded, making Mingyao quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

　　"So, you don't have to write it." Ming Yao lowered his eyebrows slightly and said very against his will, "This is unnecessary."

　　"Well, it's not necessary." The voice seemed serious.

　　It's not necessary to seriously admit it.

　　Ming Yao held the letter tightly. It seems like a few folds are being pinched out.

　　"So, there is only one reason for writing it." The voice came from all directions, and finally went straight into Ming Yao's heart, "...I want to write it."

　　Ming Yao's heart trembled. He looked at the wrinkled letter paper, carefully unfolded it, flattened it again, and pressed hard to make it smoother.

　　But he didn't do a good job. In the end, he looked at the obviously wrinkled letter and said with some distress, "I'm sorry, I crumpled it."

　　"It's just a letter. If you want, I can write more."

　　Ming Yao's eyes were slightly bright. He didn't know what he thought of, but the light in his eyes dimmed again, "But I don't want you to be in trouble."

　　"Ever since I was little, you have always protected me and been by my side, but I have never done anything for you. How can you make me happy now because of such a thing?"

　　Ming Yao has never liked to trouble others since he was a child, and the one that troubles him the most is his patron saint.

　　Now, he didn't want to trouble him anymore.

　　"It's not a trouble. If you want it, then I'll give it to you. It's that simple." The voice he spoke was calm, clear and light, with not much emotion audible, as if, as he said, it was just Ming Yao who wanted it, then he Just give it to Ming Yao.

　　As long as he can do it, he will not be stingy.

　　Such a natural attitude made Ming Yao's heart beat faster.