All of a sudden, Mary Kinson was a little confused. In the previous letters, her brother had told her that he was not a handsome man. How could he praise her for no reason? She felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh, my brother is also good-looking," she replied politely.
All of a sudden, the boy in front of her stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair on her forehead. His eyes were gradually burning. "My sister is too important to me. I want her to be with me all the time."
Mary Kinson frowned and smiled awkwardly, "we can always be brother and sister. I also think it's good to have a brother."
"No," the boy suddenly became serious. "Not as a sister. I mean to be my girlfriend."
Mary Kinson was completely stunned. She grabbed her bag subconsciously, lowered her eyes and blinked in panic. "I... I have a boyfriend."
The boy smiled generously and said indifferently, "I know. You wrote in the letter that you just had a boyfriend, right?"