Returning to her room in a huff, Mu Xiangwan had just crawled into her bed when her phone rang. Wondering who it might be, she rushed to grab her phone, and as she suspected, it was Su Chaoyang.
"Hello, what's up?" They had just parted; why was he calling again so soon?
Su Chaoyang was still driving, but recalling the proposition he made on the way home, he felt warmed and itchy inside, so he couldn't help but call her.
"Are you asleep?" Hearing the girl's voice, a natural smile hung on his lips.
"I was just about to go to sleep." As she spoke, Mu Xiangwan had already lain down on the bed, habitually reaching under her pillow to pull out her diary and flipping it open.
Su Chaoyang hummed in response, then said, "Just now, on the way home, what I said - I was serious about it. Please consider it carefully."
