Su Xiaoli took the pen in his hand, held it in his hand and thought for a long time, then turned his head to him and asked, "Hmm...... What to write?? ”

"Write whatever you want." Su Mu smiled at her and said in a gentle voice.

"But ......" Su Xiaoli looked at the fir trees around him, which were full of wishing cards, bit his lip and said: "You have written so much, you have written down all the things you want to say to me, but I only wrote one, will it seem too stingy??" ”

"Do you want to write a lot?" Su Mu blinked, his thin lips slightly hooked, and said, "Okay, how much do you want to write, I'll ask Lin Jiu to buy some wishing cards again, I only prepared a thousand." ”

"No, no, I mean, you have so many hearts, but...... I didn't know what to write all of a sudden. Su Xiaoli's white and slender fingers gently stroked the wishing card in her hand, there were actually many wishes she wanted to make, but what she wanted most was just that, just ...... Now that she writes it in front of him, she always feels a little embarrassed.

Su Mu listened to her words, was silent for a moment, then reached out to hug her into his arms, hugged her tightly, lowered his head to her ear, and called her in a low voice: "Xiaoli." ”

"Huh??" His warm breath sprayed on her ears with a hint of intent that made her shrink her neck.

"Actually, there is a sentence that I didn't write on the wishing card." On Su Mu's fair and delicate cheeks, a faint flush floated slightly, "Do you want to know what it is?" ”

"What is it??" Su Xiaoli raised his head and looked straight at him with moist eyes.

“……”

Su Mu's thin lips moved slightly, and the flush on his cheeks looked more obvious, but the voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get out.

Su Xiaoli looked at him, his eyes full of question marks.

"I ......" Su Mu pursed the corners of his mouth, looking at Su Xiaoli with dark and deep eyes, the hand holding her shoulder was loose and tight, tight and loose, and a heart was beating in his chest.

I don't know why, obviously he has practiced countless words alone in this fir tree, but when facing Su Xiaoli, he can't say it nervously.

He felt that his palms were a little hot, and he felt as if his mouth was a little dry, and even if he couldn't see his face, he knew that it was already red at the moment.

He didn't know if other people would be like him, when facing people who had known each other for a long time and even lived together for more than ten years, those sensational and sensual sweet words always felt difficult to say.

It's because they're too familiar with each other, so the words "I love you", "I'm always with you", and "I'm willing to go to the soup for you" have become "what are you doing", "what do you want to eat at night", and "just leave this matter to me".

However, recalling what his father said not long ago, probably every girl is looking forward to her own romantic confession.

"Brother??" Su Xiaoli saw that he looked nervous and nervous, so he couldn't help but reach out and tug at his sleeve and said, "What's wrong with you??" ”

Su Mu's mouth pursed into a straight line, the light in his deep eyes flashed slightly, and after holding it for a long time, he finally said in a low voice with a red face: "Xiaoli, I love you." ”