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Chapter 873 Sister Azheng, I'll be jealous too!
After saying that, without any hesitation, she lightly kissed the man's face as a comfort.

Bao Hancheng didn't say a word for a while, just hugged her quietly, holding the youth diary tightly in his hand.

What she said, he knew, why didn't he know, not only knew it clearly, but also believed it very much!
He thought that he knew a long time ago that he could remain indifferent, but in the end he still... thinks highly of himself.

Seeing that she once expressed her sincerity between the lines, every word came from the heart... Are you young and frivolous? You are indeed young and frivolous. The enthusiasm of the first love was all given to Xi Mubai.

He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny that he was jealous of Xi Mubai, as if it had taken root in his heart, he was jealous of her affection, which he had given to others.

Even if this kind of thinking is irrational or even pathological, it is still uncontrollable.

He thought she was his, every inch from beginning to end, and he would not miss a single bit of it.

However, don't blame her, it's because he didn't take part in her past, it was destined that the two met too late, so what's wrong with her?
Bao Hancheng's expression fluctuated, and his eyes were like whirlpools, containing infinite mystery.

"Sister Azheng, do you know that I would also be... jealous."

Suddenly, Bao Hancheng said lightly.

If the two of them weren't too close, Luozheng could hear very clearly, and she would think she heard it wrong.

What did he just say?
He said he was jealous!

Luozheng was a little stunned, staring blankly at Bao Hancheng's side face, a little at a loss.

Regarding this, Bao Hancheng didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "I know that you and him are in the past. I also know that your sweetheart is me now, and even... Before opening this diary, I made The biggest preparation, I think I can accept it. But, I was wrong in the end, I overestimated my patience..."

The man's voice was as clear as wine, lingering in Luozheng's heart, flowing slowly, making people very intoxicated.

Luozheng couldn't help it, her star eyes locked on him, wanting to continue listening.

Even though, she could probably guess what he was about to say, but she still had an inexplicable heartbeat to hear him say it with her own ears.

"Looking at the diary, you express your love for Xi Mubai, so passionately and unreservedly. I envy him for being able to get these, and at the same time I am a little jealous, because these... are things I never had."

After Bao Hancheng said this, his whole body was a little gloomy, his crow-black eyelashes drooped, inexplicably like a big child.

Seeing this, Luozheng looked at him and couldn't help feeling soft-hearted, and touched his cheek: "Brother Cheng, you fool, why are you jealous? You are so perfect, you must be before me, many girls like it, and have written a lot Love letter, write you in the diary..."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Bao Hancheng was indifferent, a little unbelievable.

Luozheng's eyes widened almost instantly, in disbelief: "No one wrote you a love letter? I don't believe it..."

"Really do not have……"

Bao Hancheng reiterated that it was not like joking at all.

In fact, what he did say was true. There were quite a few women who pursued him, and most of them were very direct. They either contacted him by phone or text, or directly sent him to bed, or created various encounters.

It seems that there are very few confessions that use love letters. Perhaps they feel that they are too tactful and the way is not direct enough.

Suddenly unknown, the love letter written by hand is more full of sincerity, which makes people want to cherish it even more!
(End of this chapter)