The sound of waiting for the phone to connect rang out repeatedly.
Tang Wenhuo, seeming to know exactly what kind of the person was on the other end of the line, leaned against the door with great patience.
It wasn't until the last one or two rings that the call was finally picked up.
The other end was very quiet, and after about five seconds—
Yan Mi's languid voice was low and soft, as if she had just woken up, "...What's up?"
"Get up and work."
Tang Wenhuo forced a laugh.
The lunch hour at Shendu's First High School was already over.
The beautiful boy with his hair in a lazy tangle, lying on the desk, lazily drooped his eyelids.
His curly lashes were sparkling, and his rosy lips were like blooming roses; hearing this, he turned his head slightly.
Revealing the beautiful, fair curve of his neck, a teasing smile began at the corner of his lips.
Even more languid and mischievous.
"...Go get treated if you're sick, hanging up now."
"Help Jinjin look something up."