"As long as you have thick skin, even an ant can shake a big tree."
Li Fei patted his own cheek: "I have delicate skin; my face is thin."
"I think it's thick enough," Li Fei sweatdropped, advising, "Where there's a will, there's a way."
"A love letter every day?"
"You could give it a try." Li Fei was eagerly helping, "I'll teach you some sweet nothings."
After that, he pulled out his phone, searched for some cheesy love phrases online, and shared them with Lu Bu.
"Okay." Lu Bu seemed very excited, "I'll go try it out first."
Before long, he ran into the bedroom and said to Su Meimei, "Meimei, your master is asking to see you."
Su Meimei couldn't help but feel surprised: "Would that country bumpkin take the initiative to ask me out?"
"Yes, he's too shy to speak up, so he sent me to ask you."
"Hehe, you're not planning to be alone with Qingyan, are you?" Su Meimei was sharp, guessing his intentions right away.
