A few hours later, Lu Xiaoyou finally saw the message Yan Zhi had sent her.
She dialed the number.
The phone rang for two seconds before Yan Zhi quickly picked up, Lu Xiaoyou's voice sending shivers down her spine as soon as she spoke.
Her voice was husky and sticky, mixed with the lingering warmth of spring.
It was like the garden, verdant and steaming, right after a spring rain.
With a simple "hello" from Lu Xiaoyou,
even women couldn't resist the allure coming through the phone.
"Xi... Xiaoyou... your voice, it's so nice to listen to..." Yan Zhi covered her nose, feeling a heat in her nostrils as if a nosebleed was about to gush out.
Lu Xiaoyou chuckled softly over the phone.
She hadn't said anything yet, but her charming voice was already too much for Yan Zhi, who was listening.
Yan Zhi's face turned red; she pressed her face to the desk to cool down.
"Are you okay?" Lu Xiaoyou asked her.
