Chinese As soon as Luo Xi stepped out of the bathroom door, he was frightened by the shouting bell and retreated. v o d t . c o m

She had been holding her phone for more than two months, and this was the first time someone had called her.

If it weren't for a phone call, she would have almost forgotten that she was a social person with a mobile phone to contact the outside world.

Luo Xi wrapped the bath towel tightly and ran to the sofa in the living room to pick up the phone.

The name of the dot displayed on the screen made her fingers tremble slightly.

It's no one else who calls.

is the only contact in the address book of this mobile phone, and it is the person who keeps flashing in his mind ——- Jing Mohao.

Why did he call, he hasn't seen enough of the farce during the day, has he?

Does she take it, or doesn't she take it?

Luo Xi's fingertips tightly picked at the smooth edge of the phone, and her hesitant movements exposed her struggle at the moment.

She didn't take it, she didn't want to hear him again, she didn't want to.

Luo Xi put the phone back on the sofa, but did not press the red reject button that slid down, nor did he turn to leave.

She just stared straight at the swipe left or right selection screen, and let its automatically set phone ringtone kept ringing.

Luo Xi seemed to be enchanted, but he refused to leave.

It wasn't until the bell stopped that she didn't take her gaze, but as soon as she turned around, the uneasy bell rang again.

Luo Xi turned around and rushed over, answered the phone directly, and looked at the interface where the call was started, Luo Xi was stunned and stunned.

She took it...

She actually took it...

And without hesitation, I couldn't wait to take it...

Luo Xi put the phone close to his ear, didn't say anything, and waited for the other party to speak first.

At least leave yourself a way out, and when the time comes, you will refute it and say that you took it accidentally.

It seemed like a century had passed, and there was still no man's voice on the other end of the phone, only a slight ringing of a slight rustle.

Could it be that he also accidentally pressed the wrong button and called?

It shouldn't be, anyone's mobile phone can make mistakes, but Jing Mohao's mobile phone can't be.

What is he doing now, eating, sleeping, or working.

Just watched the talk time go by second by second, with his name on it, and it felt like they were still living together, listening to the same voice, and the picture could be made up without looking at it.

Luo Xi turned on the mobile phone on the hands-free, gently placed it on the table, did not make any sound, and wrapped himself in a bath towel and nestled into the sofa.

Listening to the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone, Luo Xi suddenly felt at peace in his heart.

No matter how much she rejected him in front of Jing Mohao, no matter how much she dodged him in front of Chen Chen, she still had to face her longing heart in such a quiet night.

Recalling his warm snort, steady arms, and hoarse voice at the ball, Luo Xi gently closed his eyes.

She missed his familiar embrace, his crisp taste, the fearlessness he leaned on when she danced, the sudden kiss he took, even if it was to say goodbye again.

Luo Xi wrapped her arms tightly around her, trying to maintain a warm posture.

"Bang!"

A high-pitched, piercing sound thunderclapped through the roof.

Luo Xi Huo Ran woke up from the sofa, only to find that she had fallen asleep just now, was that sound thundering outside or a sound from her mobile phone?

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