384. Chapter 384 Does He Often Write to You?

Hearing such a charming voice, being looked at by such affectionate eyes, being caressed by such hands, Su Rourou almost couldn't stand it.

However, in the end she shook her head resolutely: "No! Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not!"

Then, as if to prove her determination, she struggled desperately, trying to break free from his imprisonment.

How could Luo Yichen let her escape so easily, the two of them just entangled for a while. The textbooks and exercise books that were originally placed on the desk were scattered all over the floor with their movements, making muffled noises one after another.

"It's disgusting, people want to read books!" Su Rourou protested with her lips pouted, "If I can't get into the same school as you, it will be all your fault!"

When she said this, Luo Yichen's expression suddenly became more serious, and his eyes that were originally distracted gradually became clearer.

He let go of her, pressed her on the chair, and then lowered his head to pick up things scattered on the ground.

The moment he picked up the English textbook, a white envelope slipped from the inside page of the textbook and fell to the ground.

After seeing clearly the words written on the envelope, Luo Yichen's complexion suddenly darkened, more gloomy than the night outside the window.

Su Rourou's expression suddenly became tense, and her whole body trembled: It's over, the thing she didn't want him to find out... She prefers to let him see it if she doesn't die. Now, she is dead!

Sure enough, Luo Yichen stood up slowly, held the white envelope between his slender fingertips, shook it towards her, and said, "He... writes to you often?"

Su Rourou looked like a student who was discovered by the teacher for doing something wrong, she lowered her head and said, "Not really, just occasionally..."

Yes, once in a while five, six, seven or eight times... Well, the calculation unit is weekly. Not much, really not much, really occasionally!

Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows and approached her step by step. Then, with his hands on the desk, he looked down at her: "To be honest, occasionally... a few times!"

Su Rourou was like a messy fallen leaf in the wind, other than trembling, she still trembled: "That... Let me think about it... One, two, three, four..."

Following the numbers she reported, Luo Yichen's brows furrowed little by little, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and punched the desk hard.

The table trembled slightly, and Su Rourou also trembled slightly. Luo Yichen's eyes were so terrifying, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

"Okay, very good! It turns out that you have been secretly contacting him without telling me!" He squeezed out the words between his teeth, his eyes were like throwing knives, and he flew towards her.

"No...I didn't! He wrote it to me, so I can't refuse to accept it! I never wrote him a reply! The connection is mutual, so this can't be considered a connection!" Su Rourou quickly stretched out her little hand , swear with all seriousness, sincerity and sincerity.

"Really?" Luo Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't believe it.

"Yeah! I swear!" Su Rourou nodded desperately.

Luo Yichen finally let her go, and then began to focus on the white envelope.

Regarding this, Su Rourou is not worried... because all the letters Ke Shaoze wrote to her were written in Japanese.

She didn't understand what he wrote at all, and I believe Luo Yichen was the same.

What puzzled her the most was that Ke Shaoze only wrote a few numbers in the center of the white letter paper every time... although the handwriting was as beautiful as ever.

Why didn't he write a few more words after finally sending a letter across the ocean? You know, international postage is not cheap!

Although she doesn't have a good memory, the few words he writes every time seem to be the same? So, he just went to language school, just to practice writing Japanese?

She was still remembering that Luo Yichen had already opened that piece of letter paper, and his brows that were already knit into a ball frowned even more.

"Do you know what he wrote to you?" He looked up at her with complicated emotions.