"Hmm, have you had dinner yet?" Xia Yiwan held up her phone, greedily staring at the handsome face of the man on the screen.
Si Mo, clean-shaven, exuded a cold and noble air, the image of a true elegantly highbrow gentleman.
With a beard, he seemed somewhat more decadent, yet it unexpectedly added to his sex appeal.
"When are you coming back?" Si Mo asked, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Xia Yiwan glanced at him apologetically. "We're going to Jiangxi tomorrow, I might not be able to come back for now."
"Then what about me?" the man asked, his tone tinged with resentment.
*Thunk!* The comb Xia Yiwan had just picked up fell to the ground.
Turning her head, she saw the man in the video looking serious, yet his eyes were filled with gloom. She was speechless.
"Let me look again..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the video call ended.
"..."
Humph!
Later, Xia Yiwan blow-dried her hair and then buried herself in the quilt to go to sleep.
But she ended up dreaming all night.
