Si Jin: ...
Is there something wrong with his ears, or is there something wrong with Xiao Tianjun's brain?
In this world, the original owner debuted as a top voice actress and is forever number one in the radio drama world!
So he asked again, "What did you say?"
Perhaps it was the threatening tone in his voice that made the person on the other end of the phone, who had just relaxed, immediately tense up.
A halting, stuttering voice.
It's very deep and sweet.
She was being extremely cautious, as if she was afraid of making him angry.
"Mr. Li, it's like this, this is an interstellar novel, strong... strong bottom... weak top."
"The uke is a top-class physical therapist in the empire, and the seme is a returned undercover agent who was tortured to the point of developing physical contact disorder and... language communication disorder..."
Si Jin didn't listen to much of his subsequent explanation, only asking, "Then who do you want to be the seme?"
The voice on the other end became increasingly stuttering; even through the phone, one could imagine his flustered and frantic attempts to explain.
It must have taken all the courage in Zhong Linyuan to finally speak and reply, "Judging from my voice, do you think I... am I capable?"
His voice was slightly breathless due to nervousness, and even the ending of his words was distorted.
It sounds like...
Good milk.
Si Jin thought: Carving his name on such a well-behaved person would probably make him cry, right?
The deity's wicked desires were stirred, and unable to bear refusing any longer, he could only agree: "Alright."
"Where is your home address? I'll come to you now to discuss the adaptation copyright contract and the specific price."
Zhong Linyuan gave an address and then hung up the phone.
Leaning back on the large bed in the room, I let out a deep sigh of relief.
The incandescent light overhead made his hair appear even blacker, and his sickly pale skin was almost transparent.
Coupled with her reddened eyes from nervousness, she looked even more like a fragile painting.
Zhong Linyuan reached out and wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes from nervousness, his thoughts drifting to Si Jin.
He has physical contact disorder and language communication disorder.
She has a natural dislike for interacting with people and prefers to stay in her room writing.
However, when he saw Si Jin appear on the live TV broadcast today, his heart skipped a beat.
That person is so beautiful, like a ray of light illuminating the darkness.
His appearance brought color to the world.
Zhong Linyuan wanted to get closer to him, and after racking his brains, he finally found a legitimate reason to produce an audio drama.
This interstellar redemption novel is his debut work, and it is his good fortune to have Mr. Li co-record it with him.
By the way, Mr. Li is almost here. I think I heard the sound of chopsticks being put down on the phone just now.
Did he disturb Mr. Li's meal?
He'll do something now so Mr. Li doesn't go hungry.
Zhong Linyuan, wearing white Stitch-patterned pajamas and white Stitch slippers, walked through the magnificent three-story staircase and arrived at the kitchen on the first floor.
I started preparing dinner seriously.
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On the other side, Si Jin quickly arrived at a three-story villa in the suburbs according to the address given by Zhong Linyuan.
There are bodyguards guarding the outside, and the garden and swimming pool are complete; money is everywhere.
He paused slightly: Do all rich kids write online novels these days?
He showed his bodyguard his call log with Zhong Linyuan, then pushed open the door and went into the room.
The magnificent hall was eerily quiet.
You can hear the sounds coming from the kitchen with just one ear.
Si Jin took off her coat, turned and walked towards the kitchen, knocking on the door frame: "Hello."
Uncomfortable with outsiders intruding, Zhong Linyuan instantly lost his temper.
The spoon in my hand fell into the pot, and I was almost scalded by the hot soup that splashed out.
Si Jin immediately stepped forward, grabbed Zhong Linyuan by the waist, pulled him into her arms, and turned off the induction cooker.
Are you alright?
The calm and captivating voice instantly flushed Zhong Linyuan's face.
Still shaken, he shook his head. Uncomfortable with human contact, he instinctively struggled to stand up from Si Jin's arms.
I was about to turn around and say "thank you" when, due to nervousness, I stepped on my own foot.
He lunged forward, his lips touching Si Jin's slightly cool, thin lips.
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