The voice carries a natural hoarseness, sounding very pleasant.
Shang Xing nods and walks to Si Raojing's position to take the basketball by his chair.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back to look at the girl bathed in light, pursing his lips, he asks, "Do you... want to go out and get some sun?"
This wasn't quite like his usual mischievous image.
After speaking, Shang Xing also realized it, quickly shut his mouth, and his eyes regained their teasing tone: "Oh, just seeing you out of place, so pale like a ghost, how scary right? Getting more sun might give you a tan, looks better."
Rong Zhi blinked expressionlessly.
Tanned skin looks better, really?
Shang Xing glanced at Rong Zhi's silent face, his lips twitching, knowing he had misspoken, he clicked his tongue lightly, "Well, you organize slowly, I won't disturb Rong Xiaocao's hard work, bye."
Then without waiting for Rong Zhi to respond, he ran off.
