Ji Yan's voice had always been pleasant to listen to. After the faint hoarseness at the end, it was like a numbing electric current, sticking to Shen Hanxing's ear and lightly brushed past her earlobes, making her tremble.
The sun is so bright today, Shen Hanxing thought nonchalantly. The hot air had all turned into fine wine, and with each breath Ji Yan's slightly bitter pine scent wafted into her nose, making her feel a little tipsy.
"What exactly do you mean by this?" At this moment, a female voice choked with sobs rang out, as well as the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
