"I'm talking to you, are you even listening?" Su Wanxia snapped the magazine shut and flung it onto the bedside table with a flick of her hand.
"I heard," Mu Yingchen said, his lips curling into a smile as he looked at the little woman on the bed, lazily spouting two words.
Though it was just two words, in the quiet bedroom, they seemed especially beautiful and pleasant to hear, full of magnetic charm.
Su Wanxia's body suddenly stiffened, her eyes opening wide in disbelief, and then she slowly turned her head toward the source of the voice.
She had only turned halfway when a tall and upright figure entered her line of sight. Before she could take a good look at his face, she let out a cry of alarm.
Actually, she didn't need to turn her head to see; she could recognize who it was just by his voice. She just wanted to confirm that it really was Mu Yingchen, what if she was experiencing a hallucination?
