Dear Channie, Your noona can't write letters and be mushy but I can tell you this: I love you and you're mine. Remember that time we went out and I wrote on your hand? I meant that. I'm keeping you, ok?
I’ve already accepted you as my mistress and Majesty. *bows to all playful like and grins up at you, winking* I don’t mind being yours at all noona.

















