Outside the door, Huang Xin stopped, panting.
He was about to rush inside when he heard Nan Zhubin's voice coming from within.
The voice carried a hint of teasing, a touch of gentleness, a trace of sharp pain, and a deliberately created sense of ease.
What it lacked was tension and urgency.
"Is this... settled down and engaged in conversation?"
Huang Xin shivered, quickly halting his steps, and the tremendous inertia almost toppled him.
Then he swiftly took two steps backward, turned around, and while he focused his ears on judging the situation inside the room, he also paid attention to the corridor.
Now, not only could he not go in, but no one else could either!
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Inside the door.
Nan Zhubin was speaking, attempting to move a little closer to Li Minglu on the sofa.
At this moment, Li Minglu's eyes were staring straight at Nan Zhubin, without any reaction.
This disregard for a sense of distance made Nan Zhubin hesitate to move or probe further.