After many unanswered rings, Sang Qiao couldn't give up and called again.
Since being disappointed by her brothers, she hadn't been so patient; if Si Chenli didn't answer, she would keep calling one after another.
It was probably due to her persistence that, on the sixth call, it was finally answered, and Si Chenli's hoarse, slightly weary voice came through.
"Still not sleeping?"
It was clear she had woken him from a deep sleep. Hearing his familiar voice, Sang Qiao nearly sighed with relief and said gently, "I want to come see you."
In the silent night, her soft voice sounded almost coquettishly delicate.
On the other end of the screen, Si Chenli gripped his phone, veins bulging on his hand as he restrained himself and said, "Be good, go to sleep, I'll be back soon."
"Does your leg hurt a lot? Can I come see you?" Sang Qiao's voice was a bit sour.
