Su Xiaoli took the pen in his hand, held it in his hand and thought for a long time, then turned to him and asked: "Well... what are you writing about??"
"You can write whatever you want." Su Mu smiled at her and said in a gentle voice.
"But..." Su Xiaoli looked at the numerous wishing cards hanging on the fir trees around him, bit his lip and said, "You have written so much. You have written down everything you want to say to me.
, but if I only write one, will it seem too stingy??”
"Do you want to write a lot??" Su Mu blinked his eyes, and slightly raised his thin lips: "Okay, you want to write as much as you want? I asked Lin Jiu to buy some wishing cards, and I just prepared them.
A thousand."
"No, no, I mean, you have so many thoughts, but...I don't know what to write at once." Su Xiaoli's white and slender fingers gently touched the wishing plaque in her hand.
, there are actually many wishes that she wants to make, but the one she wants the most is just that... it's just... she always feels a little embarrassed to write it out in front of him now.
Su Mu listened to her words and was silent for a moment, then stretched out his arms to embrace her, hugged her tightly, lowered his head to her ear, and called her in a low voice: "Xiao Li."
"Huh??" His warm breath sprayed on her ear, with a hint of comfort, making her shrink her neck.
"Actually, there is a sentence that I didn't write on the wishing card." A faint blush appeared on Su Mu's fair and delicate cheeks, "Do you want to know what it is??"
"What is it??" Su Xiaoli raised her head and looked straight at him with moist eyes.
"..."
Su Mu's thin lips moved slightly, and the blush on her cheeks became more obvious, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat and could not come out.
Su Xiaoli looked at him, his eyes filled with question marks.
"I..." Su Mu pursed his lips and looked at Su Xiaoli with deep black eyes. The hand holding her shoulders loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and her heart jumped in her chest.
non-stop.
I don't know why, even though he had practiced his words countless times alone in this fir tree, when facing Su Xiaoli, he was so nervous that he couldn't say them out.
He felt that his palms were a little hot, and his mouth felt a little dry. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that his face was already red at the moment.
He didn't know if other people would be like him. When facing people who have known each other for a long time or even lived with them for more than ten years, they always find it difficult to say those sentimental and disgusting sweet words.
Just because we are so familiar with each other, those words "I love you", "I will always be with you", "I am willing to go through fire and water for you" have all turned into "What are you doing", "
"What do you want to eat tonight?" and "Just leave it to me."
However, recalling what his father said not long ago, probably every girl is looking forward to her own romantic confession.
"Brother??" Su Xiaoli saw that he was hesitant to speak and nervous, so he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and tugged on his sleeve and said, "What's wrong with you??"
Su Mu pursed her mouth into a straight line, and the light in her deep eyes shone slightly. After holding it in for a long time, she finally said in a low voice with a blushing face: "Xiao Li, I love you."
