"Xia Mian, something's not right with me." Lu Zechuan lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Move in with me, stay together with me!"
Xia Mian: "????"
"Okay?" Lu Zechuan's voice lingered like the sound of a cello, restrained yet tantalizing.
Xia Mian felt her ears itching, momentarily stunned, unable to respond for a long time. Her hand slipped, and she accidentally hung up the phone...
This man, it was bad enough that he looked good, but even his voice was this alluring. Although she had lived this long, she really couldn't resist his pitiful act of pleading!
Xia Mian raised her hand to rub her ear.
The next moment, her phone received a WeChat message from Lu Zechuan: "I'm sorry, I was just joking just now."
The relationship between the two of them was a mix of truth and falsehood, and his request just now had crossed a boundary.
