Du Yunluo always liked Mu Lianxiao's voice, clear and bright like the moonlight shining on the ground, and like a spring breeze caressing the face.
When serious, Mu Lianxiao's tone deepens slightly, each word touching the heart, yet it does not make one feel that his youth undermines his persuasiveness.
During casual conversations between husband and wife, Mu Lianxiao's tone becomes much more lighthearted.
The smile spills from the corners of his eyes and lips, even his tone is that lively, making Du Yunluo feel much more relaxed.
Sometimes, his voice becomes slightly hoarse, carrying a power that makes the heart race and cheeks flush, swirling around the ears and drilling into the ear canal, sending tingles across Du Yunluo's scalp.
That's exactly how it was at that moment.
Du Yunluo bit her lower lip and pouted at him.
Truly becoming more shameless by the day.
