Over the next few days, Ou Jue became insanely clingy.
Yes, you read that right.
Imagine a cold and aloof Demon King who insists on being on a call with you 24/7.
The weather was starting to heat up in the early summer.
At night, Xiyan sat by her little fan, wearing headphones as she had a voice call with Ou Jue.
Truth be told, there were often long stretches where neither of them said anything.
For instance, right now, Ou Jue was working at his desk, while Xiyan was lying on her bed, scrolling through the schedule of the program she'd be joining in a few days.
The success of her microfilm had brought her a small surge of popularity. This weekend, she'd be appearing on a radio show.
The current atmosphere was perfect.
Even with neither of them speaking, there wasn't the slightest bit of awkwardness.
After a while, Xiyan found her eyelids getting heavy.
"Ou Jue, I'm going to sleep now."
What she really meant was: I'm hanging up, babe.
Ou Jue: "Mm."
Mm? Mm, what mm?!
