CH 1.4

Xuan Di made a gesture to Guan Jing and went out to answer the phone. She walked toward the gate and get through the call in a quiet place.

Before she could speak, the voice of the Brother came first, “You dare to hang up on me?”

His voice was low and cold, like a sudden rain on the autumn night, which was slightly cool but refreshing.

It was so pleasant.

Xuan Di was deeply touched in her heart. She regained her conscious, “I’m not the phone’s owner. I got the phone just now. Do you know its owner? Can you tell her to come and take it back?”

After a short pause and silence, the man finally spoke again, “Sorry, I’m coming over. Where are you?”

His voice was heavy-bassed and chilly, with some clingy doting.

It was sweet and sexy, which was more special than all the voices Xuan Di had cooperated with.

Xuan Di’s interest was aroused. She replied, “ SOS Bar of Sheng Nan Road.”

“In ten minutes.” He said.

“Who is it?” Guan Jing just came out to find her.

Xuan Di looked at the screen of the phone. The call lasted for 32 seconds.

After pondering for a long while, she said to Guan Jing, “Believe it or not, I had a 32-second relationship with someone.”

Guan Jing was not surprised at her, “So is it No. 18?”

“How can it be?” Xuan Di put away the phone, “You know I never do this kind of thing in real life.”

The No. 17 man was a good voice she cooperated with in dubbing.

She took the initiative to flirt with her cooperators just to kill time. They never refused, and even felt flattered.

After all, Spade D’s Beauty Voice was so famous. Many men were curious to see the appearance of the woman behind such a charming voice. They all thought they could conquer the woman.

Unfortunately, Xuan Di never fulfilled their wishes, no matter sincere or curious.

All communication between them was limited to the network. She would not allow it to extend to real life. If any man affected her mood, she would delete him with no mercy.

Xuan Di built a Fishpond* (A group for pursuers ) on the network. Those who took the bait would be responsible for the consequence.

Nonetheless, men either curious or confident kept coming into the Fishpond.

As she spoke, a little boy five or six years of age came over and said shyly to Xuan Di, “Sister, my brother asked if he could have your WeChat?”

Xuan Di looked over and saw a young man standing against the wall about ten meters away. He was in white t-baggy pants, looking hip-hop.

Xuan Di bent down to pet the little boy’s head, “Tell your brother I’m using an old model phone and could not use WeChat. I’m sorry.”

”…”

Who didn’t have WeChat these days?

The Hiphop boy was rejected and left consciously. Xuan Di looked at his back and said to Gusn Jing, “See, I have my professional ethics and never touch a person in reality.”

Guan Jing nodded, “Well, the V-website should have given you a moral model award tonight.”

Xuan Di, “If they dare to award the prize, I dare to accept it.”

Guan Jing, ”… ”

The mobile phone that was picked up rang at this moment, Guan Jing turned around and whispered to Xuan Di, “Your 32-second romantic partner is coming.”

“Guess if he’s handsome or not?” Xuan Di joked and turned around. A man holding a mobile phone was getting off his car by the road.

He was wearing a black windbreaker. His legs were pretty long. As he came near, his shape gradually become clear.

Xuan Di’s heartless smile slowly froze on her face.

The man’s face was featured with high eyebrows and affectionate eyes. His thin lips had a feeling of cold.

It was as if the character in the comic book walked out when you were reading.

Following the ringtone, the man noticed Xuan Di. He came over and greeted her in a low voice, “Hello.”

The night became quiet down. Xuan Di stared at the man’s eyes. The black windbreaker in the wind was like an invisible gentle blade that instantly cut her principle she just talked about minutes ago into pieces.

What was a principle? Isn’t the principle meant to be broken?

Xuan Di’s white skirt revealed a little pureness of the girl when it swayed in the wind. She lowered her eyes to adjust her hair, and then looked up, smiling innocently, “Hello.”

…No. 18 sweetheart…