He had just stepped out when the phone by Li Shengxiao's side beeped twice with a new message coming in.
He picked up the phone, clicked on the message, and glanced down; his profound profile softened like blooming spring flowers as he undid the top button of his collar, tugged at the opening, then stood and took his phone to the window to make a call.
"Hello?"
It took seven or eight rings before the person on the other end picked up languidly.
"Hello?" The voice of the little woman just waking up came through, nasally and groggy, with a husky tone from sleepiness.
Li Shengxiao felt the temperature of his blood starting to heat up. Holding the phone, he pressed it to his ear and began with a low and hoarse voice, "Haven't gotten out of bed yet?"
