"Meng Han, how did I do today?"
"You got soaked seven or eight times, are you satisfied now?"
Zhu Liangjun finally completed his sprint, collapsed heavily in the cornfield, and breathlessly asked.
"Satisfied!"
"When have I ever picked on you? I like strong men like you the most."
Meng Han pulled herself up, getting dressed while speaking seductively.
"By the way, I have a love letter from Small Facing Heaven Pepper for you. Do you want to see it?"
Meng Han had just put on her clothes, took out an intricately folded letter from her pocket, and said casually.
"What's there to see?"
"I really admire Facing Heaven Pepper, that foolish woman. What era is this, and she's still writing love letters."
"She thinks it's romantic, but honestly, it's just outdated."
Zhu Liangjun directly tore the love letter, his face full of disdain.
"I think so too!"
"My cousin isn't very smart, I suspect her family has a history of mental illness, it's hereditary."