The call ended quickly, and Xiaoxiao didn't hear Luo Haofeng's joyful laughter on the other end.
However, her face was burning hot.
She lifted a hand to touch her face, tossed the phone onto the bedside table, and pulled the quilt over her head.
So embarrassing.
Two minutes later, the phone on the bedside table emitted a low notification sound.
Xiaoxiao hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually stuck her head out from under the covers, picked up the phone, and checked the message.
As she expected, it was a message from Luo Haofeng:
Xiaoxiao, goodnight, sweet dreams!
It was signed, Love, Feng.
Seeing the name "Feng", Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat involuntarily.
If she remembered correctly, in the years she had known Luo Haofeng, she had only called him "Feng" once.
Normally, she called him Haofeng.
And that one time was when they were abroad.
Even though she didn't want to remember it, she could never forget it for the rest of her life.
