It was not until the familiar voice sounded that Jing Shimo's breathing became disordered again. The voice of a first-class boy was his favorite. This time, Shi Jiu obviously used the true voice.
The anxious action slightly smoothed the waving in Jing Shimo's heart, but only a little.
He stretched out his hand and swept his fingers across Shi Jiu's neck. The touch was as good as usual, which made Jing Shimo's eyes sink. He was in a bad mood, and Shi Jiu felt a little nervous.
"Don't you want to hear my explanation? Directly sentence me to death. You are really bad, Master Five." Shi Jiu said in a brisk voice. She didn't feel uneasy in the tense atmosphere at all.
"Do you think my bottom line is too obscure?" Jing Shimo's voice became lighter and lighter, like a feather repeatedly fluttering in the air. It wandered in the sky without the sign of landing, which was hard to understand.