Qin Shaojin, "What's up?"
"Your singing is indeed deadly! I'm hanging up, good night!"
Wen Nuan quickly hung up the phone, lying there, her mind full of Qin Shaojin's voice. His singing was indeed deadly, but not in that way; it was deadly charming!
She hugged the blanket tightly, feeling as if someone had ignited a fire in her.
She told him to sing her to sleep, but now how could she sleep!
Biting her lip, she picked up her phone and sent Qin Shaojin a WeChat message, "You're a bastard!"
Qin Shaojin looked at the inexplicable message, she was fine just now, why did she suddenly explode?
Lost in thought, his phone rang.
Seeing it was his mother, he answered, and said in a deep voice, "I've said it many times, I've never touched her, this is the last time."
