"What are you doing?" Zhu Ma approached quietly.
"No" Qingmei quickly hid the love letter behind her back.
Zhu Ma smiled slightly: "Give it or not?"
The green plum blossom's face is pale, the bamboo horse is smiling, and the trouble is so "well... Here"
"Love letter" Zhu Ma flew with a sharp eye knife, "Who is it for?"
"Give... Yours, it must be you"