"You, don't do this…" Song Yan lowered his voice, struggling to catch his breath. Blushing, he pushed Wei Shiran away, remembering the matter with the phone…
He hadn't even had time to switch off the microphone!
"What is 'this' exactly?" The low, sexy timbre of Wei Shiran's voice was like electricity coursing through Song Yan's body, leaving him tingling and trembling uncontrollably.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Wei Shiran looked devilishly charming. With his finger hooked under Song Yan's chin and his eyes slightly narrowed, carrying a hint of danger, he whispered, "You're not allowed to call anyone else like that, got it?"
"..."
Song Yan's face was beet red as he reached out to cover Wei Shiran's mouth.
He wanted to speak, but he thought it better to turn off the phone first, so he attempted to push the man on top of him away and reach for the phone that was farther away.