Counting back, they had not been in contact for five whole days. He had kept his phone constantly by his side, and would habitually take it out for a look. Every moment was spent looking forward to her call.
Wen Xinya's soft, coquettish voice drifted through the phone into his ears. His heart softened into one big mushy mess.
He heard her say, "Si Yiyan, I miss you so much!"
Her gentle, lilting voice was full of longing for him. It was like a huge rock had been tossed into his heart, plunging in deep and giving rise to countless ripples of desire to see her.
The two of them continued murmuring intimate sweet nothings to each other.
"Ah, my phone battery is running out." Wen Xinya whined in annoyance when she heard the warning beep. She had not charged her mobile phone since coming to Milan and handing it over to Mr. Ronda. On arrival at the airport, she had immediately called Si Yiyan but didn't pay attention to how much battery life was left.
