Lu Beichen stepped out of the room and dialed the phone. It was already late at night, and the call was answered slowly. Zhu Yiming's impatient voice immediately came through, "If you keep this up, I can't be friends with you anymore?!"
Lu Beichen was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Sorry!"
His voice was deep and resonant, very serious. Zhu Yiming checked the current time and asked, "At this hour, what important thing is happening?"
"The vasectomy you mentioned last time, I want to try it!"
His voice came faintly through the receiver, dispersing Zhu Yiming's heavy sleepiness. He sat up and said in surprise, "I was just casually mentioning it, and you really want to do it?! Lu Beichen, are you crazy?"
He didn't know when he had already sat on the sofa in the living room. In the dark room, only the cigarette in his hand emitted a tiny spark.
