A dash of NSFW
He sent a message back but this time it didn't go through. It seemed that they had run out of time. He picked up his cell phone and dialled Qie Ranzhe's number.
Qie Ranzhe was standing inside a warehouse beside Hei Xiwen with a cigarette pinched in between his fingers. This was an old habit he had picked up and he had been hiding it from Wen Qinxi.
When he heard that familiar ringtone he pulled out his cell phone and excused himself. With brisk steps, he went outside and answered it.
Hei Xiwen glanced at his cellphone which hadn't even made a peep for two days and felt envious. Some husbands called their husbands yet his sweetheart didn't even respond to his messages. She wouldn't even ask if he ate breakfast.
Qie Ranzhe had no idea he had made someone envious. He swiped up the green button and answered. "Xixi," he called out looking up at the blue sky.
"You left early," replied Wen Qinxi tapping the table lightly.