Even his voice was unprecedentedly close to her, even closer than last night.
Last night, she only felt that his low and hoarse voice tightly wrapped around the top of her head.
But now, his voice directly rested around her ears.
She wondered if it was her imagination, but Shi Xiaoya seemed to feel his lips gently brushing across her ear.
That gentle, soft, and warm feeling was very fleeting. She did not even catch it in time.
Hence, she did not know if it was just an illusion.
But even if that was an illusion, the heated atmosphere when he spoke beside her ear was certainly real.
Shi Xiaoya could not help twitching her ears. Not just her ears, her whole body was heating up uncontrollably.
"Young Master Ling… Young Master Ling?" Shi Xiaoya said again nervously.
"How did you call me when you first came in previously and screamed out in fear?" Han Zhuoling asked with a chuckle.
Shi Xiaoya: "…"
