Incoming call, Tang Si.
When Song Yi saw the caller ID, she immediately pressed the answer button: "Hello, Tang Si?"
"Baby."
The man's low, lazy voice almost simultaneously echoed with Song Yi's.
The voice was on that parallel line, neither high nor low, with a lazy tone, unhurried, carrying a bit of indulgence and intimacy.
Charmingly raspy.
A mature man solves problems from the root, rather than staying by her side to endure gunfire and hardship together.
Song Yi's heart skipped a beat.
Actually, after she and Tang Si started dating, they rarely called each other, because it seemed like they always chatted via WeChat, or were together.
His voice came through the receiver with great penetration, sounding as if it were close to her ear.
She sat back on the bed, pressed her lips together: "Where are you?"
She was still very worried about Tang Si; yesterday's situation was too dangerous.
