When emotions intensified, the phone rang, its illuminated screen conspicuous in the dark.
Shen Jianian's mind was scattered, unable to gather her thoughts, so much so that she didn't react until the phone rang for a long time. She was too tired to move.
"Your call, aren't you going to answer it?" Fu Jichen's voice was right by her ear, the warmth of his breath clearly perceptible.
As he said this, he had already turned over and picked up the phone beside her pillow.
Having been in the dark for a long time, the screen's brightness was glaring. Fu Jichen instinctively squinted his eyes, a string of unnoted numbers appeared before him.
He connected the call, cleared his throat, still a bit hoarse: "Who is this?"
The person on the other end was noticeably taken aback, unsure asked: "Is it… Jianian?" She wondered if she had dialed the wrong number, brought the phone closer to confirm again, it was indeed Shen Jianian's new number.
