Bo Yan's lips curled slightly, and his voice grew lower and lower, as he whispered into her ear, "No, there's only you."
Bo Yan's voice was already pleasant to hear, with clear intonation, accent-free, yet brimming with emotion, unlike the cold, detached tone of a newscaster. Even if they covered his face and he pursued a career as a voice actor, he would likely make a name for himself with that baritone voice.
Xia Siyu, though momentarily captivated by his enchanting voice, maintained a clear head: "Just tell me the truth, I won't get angry, nor will I be jealous. — Have you kissed Xia Sicai? Slept with her? I know you were almost engaged to her."
