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The deep and resonant voice was like an elegant cello being slowly drawn, sexier than any sound He Jinxia had heard before, softening her heart further and making her eyes curve into a smile.
She realized she seemed to have a wicked taste, particularly wanting to see Sheng Yan seriously recite sweet nothings to her.
The man's face was accustomed to being stern, and his voice tended towards being cool and detached, making it feel discordant when he said certain things, with a blend of awkwardness and rawness.
But some phrases, once he said them often enough, he grew used to, and his face could produce the corresponding expressions, especially his skill in speaking sweet nothings which really shot up from "beginner" to "entering the room."
"So, do you think I'm cute?" He Jinxia continued to ask with a smile, her voice soft, with a hint of seduction.
Sheng Yan softened his facial expression, slowed down his voice, and said even more gently, "Mhm."
