The living room of the apartment is very quiet.

The two sisters did not chat.

Until now, Xiao Ai has not considered what to give.

"How did Kwangyou think of so many gifts?"

She was thinking about this question in her mind at this moment.

Every time the gifts that Kwangyou gave her are almost different, and they are very special:

It snowed that day, and he gave him a song "Flowers of Snow" that she had never heard of;

On Daughter's Day, I send Daughter's Day dolls that carry her parents' blessings...

Thinking back on these gifts, Xiao Ai summarized a rule:

"Do you decide based on the situation at that time?"

She took a sip of milk and thought to herself:

"but..."

“It’s not that simple.”

"Also, I usually have to go to school, and there are no festivals recently."

Just as she was thinking, Mingmei suddenly thought of something, and she said:

"Hey, Shibo."

"Or why don't you send Guangyou a love letter?"

Love letters look ordinary, but for Xiao Ai and Guangyou, they should be quite special.

Both of them are in love for the first time, and Xiao Ai never said that she had received Guangyou's love letter, and she was confessed to her, even more so, she never wrote a love letter.

Is this special enough?

Moreover, she was sure that Guangyou would definitely like this gift.

"love letter?"

After hearing this suggestion, Xiao Ai suddenly remembered the love letters filled with stingy love words in the film and television dramas, and his face turned slightly red.

She is not the kind of person who can speak love.

She had never been in love before, and she had never even thought that one day she would fall in love.

Love words...

She occasionally feels a little uncomfortable when she sees it:

Why do anyone say such stingy words?

She didn't expect that at that time...

One day in the future, these sweet words that were smearing in her eyes would make her feel a little happy when they were said from a person's mouth.

Even love words are like this, let alone love letters filled with many love words.

However, what she had to admit was that the gift was indeed very special.

But the problem is...

“I can’t write.”

She shook her head at Akimi and said so.

"Oh, too." Mingmei then remembered that it was easy to let her sister write a paper, but love letters...

It seems to be a bit difficult.

Before she could say the words "Then I'll think about it again", she heard Xiao Ai say:

"But I'll try to write and read it."

She can't write love letters.

But no one is born with a certain skill.

All learned.

Hearing this sentence, Mingmei smiled.

She didn't expect that Xiao Ai would learn how to write love letters for Guangyou.

The content of the gift has been initially decided, but Xiao Ai seems to have not ended there, she asked:

"Sister, do I want to give me something more?"

Her body swayed slightly along the rocking chair. Mingmei's eyes slightly said in a jokey tone:

"I think it's pretty good."

"It really doesn't work. Wouldn't it be better if you give yourself to him?"

"Kumyu will definitely like this gift."

"No matter what you give, he likes you the most."

She said it casually, it was completely joking. Xiao Ai knew this, but she couldn't help feeling shy in her heart.

She thought about this not long ago.

But she was soon eliminated.

Later, she distracted her attention and almost forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Akimi reminded her again.

Compared to before, her face was not that red, but it was still very obvious.

Mingmei, who discovered this, was stunned for a moment, then chuckled involuntarily and joked:

"Zhibao, you didn't really think about giving yourself a gift to Kuangyou just now, did you?"

“…”

There was no response, but Xiao Ai's face became even more rosy.

When Mingmei saw Xiao Ai's appearance, she already knew the answer:

"You really thought about it?"

She just said this casually.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ai really thought so.

No wonder I blushed.

She finally knew why Xiao Ai blushed before.

"Hey, Shibo." Akimi curled her smile, but her smile was still obvious. She said, "This gift is really special."

"Or why don't you think about it?"

She felt a little sorry.

If Guangyou knew that Xiao Ai had this idea, he still didn't know what he would react.

Without a second hesitation, Xiao Ai's cheeks were flushed, and his tone refused with certainty:

"impossible."

"It would be great if Mitsuyu was here." Akimi shook her head and said unfortunately, "This can represent your feelings better than a love letter."

"Impossible." Xiao Ai refused again.

Just kidding should be moderate, Mingmei knew this, so she returned to the topic in time:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"I think love letters are really good."

"Zhibao's writing style is not bad either."

"If you can't write a love letter that is full of love words, you can try writing a love poem, which will feel pretty good."

"Kwangyou should like it."

“I will consider it.”

After responding, Xiao Ai drank the small amount of milk left in the cup in one gulp, stood up in a hurry, took three empty cups, and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at Xiao Ai's hurried back, thinking about the incident just now, Mingmei couldn't help but chuckled:

"Take yourself out as a gift."

"I didn't expect that Shibao would even think of these."

...

After running comfortably, Guangyou changed into the clothes that Akimi prepared for him, tidied it up a little, then pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom.
To be continued...