C168 There Were Two Bloody Wounds

"Nanzhen." The name rolled off Boyan's tongue, his voice deep and slightly husky, carrying a hint of sensuality.

"What?"

The wind whooshed past, making it hard for Sheng Nanzhen to hear clearly. It sounded like Boyan had called her name, but she wasn't entirely sure.

In the past, they communicated directly, no need for formalities. Occasionally, Boyan would call her Comrade Sheng or just Sheng