"Do you want your husband to love you more?" Mo Xun's teasing laughter came through the phone, wickedly playful.
Tang ZhiLuo felt herself really getting hot, her breath slowing down, and she suppressed her voice to say: "I'm hanging up the phone now, don't want to talk to you anymore."
Her voice might have been moved, becoming very soft and gentle.
Mo Xun chuckled, just about to say something, but then the call was hung up.
Mo Xun: "..."
He called back, but she didn't answer on the other end. Tang ZhiLuo was afraid that if she was teased by him like this again, she wouldn't need to continue shopping.
Mo Xun smiled helplessly.
*
Back at the jewelry store, Tang Zhixian saw her sister's face was abnormally red and asked her, "Why is your face turning so red just from a phone call?"
Being pointed out by her sister made Tang ZhiLuo even more embarrassed, "No, it's probably just warm in the mall."
Tang ZhiLuo sat down, and the clerk brought her a glass of water.