"The little guy is a bit too energetic tonight, almost bursting through the pants." Shi Yang's voice, like a mischievous little hand, teased over Zhao Meimei's heart.
Zhao Meimei swallowed dryly, a burning blush raced from her neck to her ears rapidly: "You, you DIY, why are you calling me..."
Shi Yang's voice was very low, almost disappearing as soon as it escaped his lips, yet a hint of it made its way into Zhao Meimei's ear just before it dispersed: "Doing it alone is boring, I want you to cheer me on."
Cheer on... Zhao Meimei choked a bit, nearly getting caught by her own saliva.
Through the receiver came Shi Yang's slightly coarse and husky breath. Zhao Meimei clenched the edge of the quilt, gnawing and grinding her teeth, mumbling indistinctly: "You're so bad, teasing me over the phone..."
Zhao Meimei squeezed her phone tightly, imagining that she was holding Shi Yang's strong arm.
Shi Yang, his voice rough and husky, said: "Baby, give me a kiss."
