Chapter 239: A Letter That Can't Be Contained

"I've been writing all day."

Leaning against the doorframe, Tang Wan held a large bunch of Loulan honeydew melons to show off and cheerfully said to a scratching Zhou Li, "Did you get past the three-word hurdle yet?"

"Quit barking!"

Zhou Li suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot and frightening, "How would I know writing a letter would be this troublesome?"

In his life, Zhou Li had only ever written letters to Tao Yao and the old pedant, writing to Tao Yao was simple—reporting on his business trips, what he had been eating recently, if he had been sleeping well. The letters he wrote to the old pedant usually contained professional terms and jargon, along with reminders that he caught a four-pound carp yesterday.

But he had never written a letter to someone he liked.