"Is it because of my voice?"
Su Xingyue murmured curiously while looking at the mixed-race woman in the mirror.
Was her voice disguise not good enough?
Is that why he saw through her so easily?
Watching the woman in his arms murmuring softly to the mirror, Nan Yuling couldn't help but find it amusing.
It seemed... he had unintentionally hurt her pride.
Perhaps he should have played along with her a bit longer, instead of revealing her true self so quickly...
"Nan Yuling, is it because my voice is strange?" Finally, Su Xingyue couldn't help lifting her head and asking him curiously.
Seeing her face full of confusion, Nan Yuling couldn't help but find it funny.
The next second, he suddenly lowered his head again, burying the tip of his nose directly into the crook of her neck.
His unexpected action made Su Xingyue pause for a moment.
"Your scent." At this moment, his deep voice drifted slowly from her neck.
Scent...
Upon hearing his answer, Su Xingyue froze for a moment.
