Thinking about that letter that's yet to be delivered, Yan Xiaye's cheeks flushed as she inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed.
Upon close reflection, it seemed that Li Yuntang, who only remembered his twenty-year-old self, had a good impression of her. Thus, what was written on the letter was likely compliments or praises for her. Delivering such a letter to Li Yuntang seemed akin to self-praise, so it was only natural for her to feel conflicted.
"Xiaye, if you keep staring at Yan Jiu's face like that, I'll have to consider sending him to the frontier."
Raising his hand to gently stroke Yan Xiaye's tender face, Li Yuntang half-jokingly squinted his eyes and whispered seductively in her ear, "Is it that my looks are inferior to Yan Jiu, or does Xiaye find me no longer fresh?"
What do you mean, not fresh...
Yan Xiaye blinked speechlessly, listening in amusement and exasperation as Li Yuntang portrayed her as a heartless woman ready to depart after getting her fill.
