Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1252 Why didn't you express your opinion?
Ting Lu stared at me blankly, then suddenly covered her face with her hands, and lowered her head helplessly.

At night, Ting Lu had already fallen asleep, and I was still leaning over the round table and writing.Now the writing of love letters has become more and more handy, gradually evolving from gorgeous words to simple emotions. Every time I write, my level has also improved by a level.

However, writing love letters so painstakingly every day, when Yinglan took them and sent them over, Chang An always put away the love letters and put them in his sleeves with a smile on his face.

Once Yinglan found an excuse to stay in Chang'an's mansion for a while, Chang An said that she had something to do, so she called Chang Xiao to play with Yinglan, and when they broke up, Chang Xiao also drove her back in a carriage.

After hearing Yinglan's narration, I became more and more puzzled. Since Chang An accepted the love letter, he naturally did not object to dating Yinglan, but why didn't he express his opinion?

After thinking about it, the pen in my hand stopped, and I was stunned.

There was a sound behind me, and Ting Lu came up from behind and hugged me.The sound became hoarse due to sleep, and he sighed dissatisfied: "I object to you writing a love letter to Chang An like this."

"The objection is invalid, for the sake of Yinglan's marriage, how can I not write." I looked up and laughed.His body was close to mine, and the hot feeling came through the thin dress. As soon as I raised my head, I was kissed by his lips.

His kiss had an obvious taste of punishment, and the feeling of frenzy invaded all of a sudden, making my brain so hot that I didn't know it, and the pen in my hand fell on the paper.He put his hand on the back of my head and demanded it fiercely.At the end, he whispered with a little resentment: "You never wrote me a love letter..."

"I haven't written a love letter, but I sang a love song for you. That's enough, don't be jealous, I don't take it seriously." I pulled him back to the bed to coax him to sleep.

He sighed depressingly: "Where is my daughter-in-law obsessed with writing love letters to other men every day, even though she knows it's fake, but after reading what you wrote, it looks like it's real."

It seems that his opinion is not small. I couldn't help but persuade: "A fake is a fake, and it can become real? I'm trying to match them, and you don't know."

"You've already written six or seven letters. That's enough, but it can't be endless."

(End of this chapter)