Perhaps it was because his speech was slow, but Gu Nanzhou's voice was even gentler than usual, his vocal tones low and raspy, as if the words "Mrs. Gu" were finely ground between his teeth, the trailing sounds elongated, carrying an undulating, deeply affectionate, and poignant sentiment.
It was as if a fine shower of sugar had fallen into a white porcelain sugar bowl.
The handset was pressed closely to the young girl's ear, as though Gu Nanzhou was whispering in her ear; and Su Wan suddenly recalled the passionate kiss from yesterday.
A heat rose in the girl's ears, and her heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Her first instinct was to hang up the phone, but on the other end, Gu Nanzhou spoke again, "Wanwan."
Gu Nanzhou's eyelids were lowered as he called out Su Wan's name, his voice soft, emotions of varying depths floating beneath his dense lashes.
Su Wan paused, asking subconsciously, "What's the matter?"
