Several hours later, Lu Xiaoyou finally saw the message that Yan Zhi had sent her.
She made the phone call.
After just two seconds, Yan Zhi quickly picked up the call, and at the sound of Lu Xiaoyou's voice, Yan Zhi shivered all over.
Her voice was low and husky, mixed with the lingering warmth of spring.
It was like after a spring rain, the verdant garden shrouded in mist.
A simple "hello" from Lu Xiaoyou,
Could make even a woman resist the allure that came through the phone.
"Xiaoyou... your voice, it's so nice to listen to..." Yan Zhi covered her own nose, feeling a heat in her nasal cavity as if she was about to get a nosebleed.
Lu Xiaoyou chuckled softly a few times over the phone.
She hadn't said anything yet, but her enchanting voice was already too much for Yan Zhi on the other end of the line.
Yan Zhi's face turned crimson, and she pressed her face against the desk to cool down.
"Are you okay?" Lu Xiaoyou asked her.
