Ling Yuanhang's body tensed up as he was about to enter.
The ringtone of the phone suddenly sounded in the ambiguous night, exceptionally loud, ringing over and over, insistently clamoring.
Ling Yuanhang glanced at his phone on the bedside table, but had no intention of answering it.
"Why aren't you answering the phone?" Suxin opened her eyes.
"This phone is such a mood killer, let's ignore it!" Ling Yuanhang kissed Suxin again, caressing her, immediately making her body heat up again.
Yet, the phone kept ringing, stopping only to start again, as if determined not to give up until answered.
"Yuanhang, answer the phone first, it might be an emergency!"
"Alright!" With Suxin saying so, Ling Yuanhang could only helplessly pick up the phone from the table.
