Xiao Zhao talked for quite a while, but seeing that Shi Che did not join the conversation, he couldn't help but slightly lift his eyelids to look at him.
He saw Shi Che leaning against the bedhead, his handsome face expressionless, but his deep black eyes were narrowed, radiating complex and profound light that was intimidating at a glance.
It was noon, and the sunlight from outside slanted through the window, casting a faint glow across his face, slightly blurring his profile. Even though his complexion was a bit pale, he was still stunningly breathtaking.
Xiao Zhao unconsciously turned his head to the side; even as a man, he sometimes found himself absent-minded.
Shi Che seemed to have lifted his eyes without notice, lazily sweeping Xiao Zhao with a glance, and his thin lips parted lightly. "Give me the phone."
Xiao Zhao was still immersed in the scene before, not quite catching what Shi Che had said, and looked at him confusedly, "Huh?"
