C443 A Faint Moan

Chi Shaojun's voice was low and hoarse, like a bird singing in the dark. The familiar voice made Ann Qianxi feel at ease. The clock on the wall was walking silently. Ann Qianxi did not know that it was already 3: 30 in the morning.

After a while, Chi Shaojun was still reading a novel for Ann Qianxi. Ann Qianxi straightened her curled up legs and hugged her phone, about to fall asleep