Facing her bewildering eyes, Su Mohan's ears were slightly hot, and he looked away unnaturally, pretending to be impatient and said, "Don't you want a love letter." ”

Immediately, Concubine Ye didn't pretend anymore, lifted the blanket on her body and sat up straight, and couldn't wait to open the piece of paper under the tank.

From today onwards, except for Ben Shao, you are not allowed to look at the opposite sex for more than three seconds, you are not allowed to have physical contact with the opposite sex, you are not allowed to receive love letters from the opposite sex, you are not allowed to talk to the opposite sex for more than three sentences, you are not allowed to say that you miss you, love you, like you and other words to any opposite sex other than Ben Shao, and you are not allowed to meet with the opposite sex behind your back. ’

Concubine Ye looked at a large list of inaccuracies, and her brows were twisted.

Is this a love letter?

Whoever writes a love letter is like writing a house rule, and lists a large list of inadmissibles!

Looking down further, Concubine Ye's whole body was petrified, staring at the last sentence for a long time, and finally her cheeks became more and more red, and they became hot all the time.

Of course, in return, I promise that from now on, Ben Shao will only shoot at you alone for the rest of my life. ’

Su Mohan stood aside and quietly paid attention to Concubine Ye's reaction, seeing her sitting there motionless, he couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his writing was still very good.

It took more than ten minutes for Concubine Ye's eyes to take her eyes off this 'love letter', and then her eyes fell on the tank on the coffee table, watching him deliberately adjust the barrel of the gun against herself, Concubine Ye's face turned red again.

Is this implying that he only shoots at her......

Fire!

Fire!

Concubine Ye suddenly wanted to knock on Su Mohan's brain to see what was in his head, so... Such an alternative confession to her... She was really speechless.

"Su Mohan! You... What kind of love letter did you write here? After a long time, Concubine Ye finally stammered, and as long as she thought of the sentence that only fired at you, her face would turn red again.

Su Mohan frowned, didn't he write clearly enough? He promised that he would never touch another woman again in his life? Doesn't she understand?

"Why isn't it a love letter?"

"It's... This...... How can you be so ......" Concubine Ye stammered for a while, she suddenly felt that Su Mohan was a beast dressed in aristocratic clothes, otherwise how could she write such words, if she was herself, her brain cells would never have thought of using such words to confess.

"Not satisfied?" Su Mohan took away his masterpiece from Concubine Ye's hand, looked at it carefully, and didn't feel dissatisfied with what was written.

"I... I ......" Concubine Ye didn't know how to speak for a while, although he said it explicitly, but he promised her that she would be the only woman in her life from now on.

Although his words were very rogue and rogue in his words, when he thought of his promise to himself, Concubine Ye really couldn't say where she was dissatisfied.

Just when Concubine Ye hesitated, Su Mohan spoke again: "It's your turn now." ”

"Uh... Yes? Concubine Ye looked up at Su Mohan, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Write love letters."

Concubine Ye listened to the three words that he couldn't refuse, sat on the sofa and craned her neck and looked at him stupidly for a long time.

Did he ask her to write him a love letter?

Make no mistake!

He even asked her to write love letters?