Song Yan: "..."
Even more indecent than she.
With a towel over his head, Song Yan held his phone in one hand while grabbing a bottle of water to drink, teasingly saying, "Mr. Gu, can't you sleep? Harassing me with your words in the middle of the night, you're not doing something unspeakable while listening to my voice, are you?"
Eroticism permeated the room everywhere, with a full array of props and equipment, many of which she had never seen before, completely shattering her worldview.
Even she blushed and became hot-eared just from looking, let alone a man.
The man's low and enchanting voice came through the earpiece, "Mmm, keep talking, don't stop."
Song Yan: "..."
Her face instantly burned with heat.
She cursed, "Pervert!"
And hung up the phone impatiently.
On the other end, Gu Chenxiao listened to the cold mechanical voice on the phone, his lips curving slightly as he casually threw the phone onto the round bed.
