In the evening, Su Weifeng was still with Lin Xuanxuan, but perhaps because the two of them had too many opportunities to be together, there hadn't been any further progress, and Su Weifeng hadn't reached that sort of state.
After one o'clock, Su Weifeng, who had been soundly asleep, was woken up by the ringtone of his cellphone. Lin Xuanxuan, cradled in his arms, also woke up, frowning and saying, "Who is it? It's so late."
Su Weifeng glanced at the number, sat up with a start, and said anxiously, "It's Ke Qing."
In the dead of night, a call from Meng Keqing indeed easily made one feel like something bad was about to happen.
"Ke Qing!" Su Weifeng hurriedly answered the call, even sounding somewhat flustered as he called out.
"It's me. I'm here," Meng Keqing's voice carried a playful tone.
"You're here?" Su Weifeng was stunned for a moment, then his breathing suddenly became rapid as he asked, "Where are you?"
