The phone was still in conversation, not yet hung up.
A deep, gentle voice of Luo Haofeng penetrated her ears, "Xiaoxiao."
He merely called softly, imbued with immense longing and tenderness.
In this late night of early spring, it made Bai Xiaoxiao's entire heart melt indescribably.
The gentle expression in her eyes became even more intense, too far apart, though unable to see clearly the expression of Luo Haofeng on the street below.
However, she knew at this moment he must be wearing a gentle, handsome smile, his lips slightly curved.
"Didn't I tell you not to rush over like this again?"
Although Bai Xiaoxiao's words were reproachful, they carried with them a deep pain and gratitude for his long journey.
Luo Haofeng chuckled faintly on the other end, "I wanted to see you, so I came."
"But it's already very late."
Bai Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, feeling troubled. With Luo Haofeng at the doorstep, she couldn't let him in, nor was it convenient for her to go out.
