Chen Yan laughed: "You check the messages first."
Saying that, he released Lu Sisi, sat back slightly, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.
Lu Sisi picked up her phone, glanced at the WeChat message notification, and frowned.
There were two newly sent unread messages on WeChat, both from the same person.
Both were long messages, and you could tell the text was carefully edited, verbose, like little essays.
The first one was a confession in a heartfelt tone, with the typical pattern of [describing early impressions + revealing inner feelings], heavily expressing his emotional journey, portraying his feelings as pure and sincere.
