Ning Xixi tapped her foot on the ground uncertainly, her face a picture of awkwardness.
How should she start speaking in a proper way?
Upon seeing her hesitant demeanor, Yan Yichen touched his chin with interest: "Classmate, please speak your mind."
Passing students stopped in their tracks.
"President is really so good-tempered!"
"So gentle and polite, ying ying ying, a perfect male god!"
"Though compared to him, I still prefer Young Master Ji!"
"Xiudian is also nice! Sinister and unruly; just my type!"
"..."
Listening to the silly but romantic discussions around her, Ning Xixi held her forehead, suddenly feeling her behavior was kind of dumb.
"Um... President, this is for you." She handed over the love letter.
The stationary Cheng Youran chose was pink, with big hearts drawn on it in red ink, making it obvious at a glance what it was.
Yan Yichen's eyes lit up with interest; yo, his target of bullying was actually handing him a love letter?
Little woman, she likes him?