The sound of the second hand ticking, his deep and mellow voice carried a hint of indulgence, playful, with a bit of arrogance at the end.
The room was extremely quiet.
A letter, read by him almost word for word.
Huaiyi, exhausted from jumping around, simply collapsed to the floor, glaring at him in frustration, though her voice was as calm as water: "Did you see my journal?"
Xiang Qichen raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.
Huaiyi saw through him at once and strongly condemned, "How shameless! That's my private letter!"
He half-knelt down, his hand, still holding the envelope, supported by the tiled floor, his body slightly leaning towards her, with a teasing smile: "Isn't this a love letter written for me?"
Huaiyi was at a loss for words: "…Then why did you memorize it after reading it?"
He lowered his eyes: "Couldn't help it..." his tone seemed both helpless and amused, "I've read it over twenty times now, hard not to memorize it."
