Chapter 476: Self-denial and righteousness, the voice-controlled professor fell in love online with his neighbor, the widow who killed her husband (16)
Of course, because he didn't press the pause button.
Lazy and unbridled jokes came one after another in the earphones.
"Don't be nervous, relax your left hand, it's time to apply the paint~"
The man standing in front of the window was caressed in the face by the incoming wind and rain, and his clenched left hand subconsciously relaxed.
Then I felt so ashamed that I couldn't face anyone.
"It's already red before you even get to the ears?"
"Then paint the ears orange, otherwise they won't cover up~"
Sisi's blushing and heart-pounding laughter has a long tail, and her voice is sweet and melodious.
He had never seen that face smile, otherwise he should be able to imagine it.
Zhuang Ninghe couldn't help but touch his ear. He didn't know if it was red, but his fingertips were burned.
The sound of paint rubbing against warm skin is very subtle.
But in radio dramas, any sound will be infinitely amplified, so it can be heard very clearly.
Zhuang Ninghe had a picture in his mind.
Sitting on a chair in the middle of the studio was a person, male or female. The girl in front of him was applying paint to the canvas. The cold paint quickly cooled his skin, but it turned the skin that had not yet been painted completely red.
There are also colorful paints dripping on the ground...
Finally, someone else's voice was heard, "Mmmmm..."
The girl chuckled, "I want to talk, but the quality of the tape is very good."
So the reason why there is only her voice is because the other person in the scene has his mouth sealed?
Zhuang Ninghe didn't know what had stimulated him, but he was completely...unable to bear it.
He immediately raised his hand and took off the headphones.
He took a few deep breaths and took a tissue to wipe off the rain on his face.
After a while, she sent a message.
Yu Bai: Sir, have you finished listening?
Yu Bai: Although it is somewhat suggestive, I have no other intentions.
There is no other meaning to explain or to prevent him from misunderstanding.
Zhuang Ninghe sighed softly, and his eyes, which used to be calm and indifferent, once again showed uneasy emotions.
Wufeng: It sounds good and the storyline is very interesting.
Yu Bai: That's good. Come listen to it when it's available.
No wind: Yeah
Zhuang Ninghe didn't know how the plot would develop next, but he couldn't listen any more.
I stopped listening to her voice and reading her messages. I stood there quietly until my body regained its composure.
He took a shower and then sat down to prepare for the next few days' lessons, not daring to let his mind run wild.
It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm still not sleepy. There are too many thoughts churning through my mind.
He picked up his phone, which he hadn't touched for hours.
In the softly lit study, the man probably stayed indoors often, his skin was cold and white, and at this moment it was illuminated by the light from his mobile phone and the study.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, her eyebrows were gentle, and her face was elegant and attractive.
He didn't even notice it.
Yu Bai: Good night
Just because of this new message, he typed and hesitated whether to reply.
There is new news.
Yu Bai: What's the input? Sir, why are you still awake so late?
Yu Bai: [Sneak Peek] Emoticons
At that moment, Zhuang Ninghe seemed to have been discovered to have thoughts that he shouldn't have, and his hands loosened and the phone fell on the table.
This time my brain is really confused and I don't know what to reply.
The fingertips trembled.
However, at night, the brain's emotions will overwhelm the rationality.
She's still awake so late?
Why did you open his dialog box?
Zhuang Ninghe was impulsive for the first time.
Wufeng: Then you didn’t sleep either
Yu Bai: Watching a movie with friends
Lin Muching did not lie. Qin Wanqi held her tightly and refused to let go while watching the horror movie.
Wufeng: Excuse me, is this a female friend?
Yu Bai: Yes, yes, why are you so curious?
No wind: Worried about your safety
Yu Bai: Are you worried about me and can't sleep?
Zhuang Ninghe refused to admit it.
No wind: Preparing lessons
After sending this message, he covered his phone and did not reply.
He was afraid that his brain would talk nonsense.
This was the night he slept the most restlessly.
It may even be like a teenage boy who, when he meets someone he likes, he dreams about her.
There is no glamour, only one back view after another, or passing by.
There is too much age difference between them.
For the next month, Zhuang Ninghe was jumping back and forth between rationality and emotion.
When I reply to her message, I always think several times whether it will reveal anything before I send it.
And no matter whether he went out at six, seven, or eight in the morning, she was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she doesn't have to go to school and stays at home all day.
Since they couldn't meet in person, he would frequently chat with her on the Internet, which always gave him the illusion that they were in an online romance.
Scroll up to the chat history.
There are hundreds of records of conversations going back and forth every day.
Or share, or talk about the difficulties encountered in learning, or maybe buy a new figure, play a very healing game, or practice speaking English with her.
Or she might say that her voice is nice, and she likes it very much and hopes to hear him recite a line she likes.
Zhuang Ninghe asked her to teach him, originally just saying it casually.
But she took it seriously and taught him how to read it by pronouncing it.
Whenever he wants to hear her voice, Zhuang Ninghe wears headphones, as if he is listening to her whispering in his ear.
Sometimes I am really worried that there will be problems with my ears.
He studied hard, and she taught him word by word, so there was no way he couldn't learn it.
After studying for half a month, I finally got a bit of a look.
Then, as I wished, I recited lines with her one after another.
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