Yu Xia buried her face in the pillow and laughed for two minutes.
Then, out of great compassion, she rescued his rotten mood by speaking directly into the receiver.
"Let me see if you've poked sparks into the screen?"
In the quiet of the night, it seemed there was only the two of them on opposite ends of the phone. Her sleepy, hazy voice sounded as if it came from a blanket-covered enclosed space.
Unbelievably gentle.
Xie Qingci's breathing became heavier.
He sent another message.
[Xie Qingci: Video? I'll show you.]
"You wish," she huffed twice, "Get some sleep."
[Xie Qingci: Can't sleep, can you soothe me?]
"Do you have any shame, Xie Qingci? Do you think you're eight years old?"
[Xie Qingci: If you insist on liking me, I can be just eight.]
Yu Xia was speechless, whispered a curse at him: "Shameless."
[Xie Qingci: Yes, I'm shameless, I only want you.]
"..." She opened her mouth but didn't know how to respond.
After saying that, anything else seemed like flirting.
