Su Chaoyang's pronunciation was London-accented, and coupled with his inherently deep voice, his English sounded exceptionally appealing. Each syllable was as if it dripped into one's heart, like leaping notes, comparable to their teachers, no, it was even better than their teachers!
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Time passed quietly, and before they knew it, it was already half past eleven. Su Chaoyang, having covered all the content planned for the evening, put down his pen and turned to look at the person in his arms. "Did you understand everything I just went over?"
Mu Xiangwan nodded, "Yes, I understood. But I'm afraid I might forget everything after a while, and even more worried that I won't recognize these sentences if they're phrased differently."
