When Feng Xizhao was woken up by the incessant ringing of his phone, he felt an urge to curse. Does anyone know what time it is? He'd stayed up late playing games and had just fallen asleep.
However, upon hearing what was said on the other end of the line, he forcibly swallowed the curse words back down, instantly waking up.
There was an impulse to laugh out loud, but of course, he dared not.
"Azhao, are you listening? What's the deal with this? Am I... could I be sick?" Huangfu Yinteng suddenly realized he might have misspoken, so he tried to cover it up, "I'm not talking about myself, I'm answering for someone else. Help me analyze…"
Feng Xizhao was no fool; he knew exactly who Huangfu Yinteng was talking about—no one but himself.
So he slowly said, "It's very simple. When a man encounters a woman who makes his heart race, it's because that man has fallen for that woman." He articulated the last few words clearly and slowly.
