Over the next few days, Ou Jue became insanely clingy.
Yes, you read that right.
Imagine a cold and lofty Demon King insisting on staying on the phone with you all the time.
The early summer weather was starting to heat up.
In the evening, Xiyan sat by her little desk fan, wearing headphones and chatting with Ou Jue over the phone.
In truth, the two often spent long stretches of time without saying a word.
Like now—Ou Jue was working, while Xiyan lay in bed reviewing the schedule for a show she'd be attending in a few days.
The success of her short film had reignited her popularity, and this weekend, she would be appearing on a radio show.
The atmosphere between them was perfect.
Even without speaking, neither of them felt awkward in the slightest.
After a while, Xiyan started to feel her eyelids growing heavy.
"Ou Jue, I'm going to sleep now," she said.
Translation: I'm hanging up now, babe.
Ou Jue: "Mm."
Mm? What kind of "mm" is that?
