Long Xiliang didn't speak; all he could hear was Lu Xiaoyou's voice.
"Little Liangliang, are you not speaking because you don't miss me? If you don't give me a kiss, then I'll give you one~"
After that, Lu Xiaoyou made a "mua~" sound over the phone.
Long Xiliang found it strange; it was just a phone call, but why did her voice have a temperature as it came through the speaker, carrying the same warmth that could melt people's hearts, just like her presence.
He couldn't see Lu Xiaoyou at that moment, but the servants in the castle could.
They only saw the enchantingly beautiful woman sitting on the couch, with a retro rotary phone beside her, her fingers twined around the phone cord, and her eyes brimming with charming allure and peerless elegance.
Lu Xiaoyou seemed to think that her incessant chatter was uninteresting, and her tone became dispirited.
"Little Liangliang, do you really have nothing to say to me? Then why did you call me!"
He did want to hear her voice...
