The Phone Call in the Middle of the Night

Hearing that voice, as though thinking of something, An Yexuan's expression chilled. The hand that was holding his cell phone tightened so much that the phone almost broke.

He originally intended to ask something, but at that moment, he forgot what he wanted to say. His heart went numb, and he almost couldn't breathe.

His lips pursed into a thin cold line as he stiffened.

Yun Bixue did not hear a voice and mumbled in a daze, "How weird. Who will call at this time?"

After speaking, Yun Bixue opened her eyes to see an anonymous number.

Looking at her, Xie Limo said softly, "Maybe they just called the wrong number. Don't bother with it. Let's sleep now."

Hearing a deep soothing voice of a man, An Yexuan's head exploded. He realized why Yun Bixue had such a voice just now. Without a doubt, it was the voice of someone who had just indulged in their passions.