Stunning school grass: Devil boy fell in love with me

Chapter 136 His Phone Call at Midnight 2
"Hello—" I yelled again, but still no sound came.

I'm a little scared. In such a dark night, it can't be the midnight bell.I hastily turned on the light in front of the bed, and with the soft light, my heart became a little quieter.

"Hello—" Just as Weiwei uttered this word for the third time, a voice finally came from the other end of the phone. The voice was low, hoarse, and seemed a little weak: "Are you asleep?"

I looked up and saw the alarm clock next to the bed, what time is it, two o'clock in the morning, how could I not sleep.

I kept my voice down as much as possible so as not to disturb my parents. Facing the phone, I obviously didn’t have a good temper, “What are you doing? It’s fine if you don’t reply to text messages. Why don’t you sleep at night and let others rest? , your boss doesn’t have to go to class, and I still have to get up early to go to school tomorrow. Huh? What time is it, two o’clock in the morning, do you think I’m asleep, huh?” You have disturbed everyone’s sweet dreams?

I started yelling at the phone in displeasure, and at the end, I asked him, "By the way, why haven't you come to class these two days?"

The voice from the other side came 30 seconds after I vented, "Is it finished?" he said.

"You haven't answered my question yet," I said.This guy.

There was no sound on the other side, only a slight exhalation sound, I was a little displeased, "Hey, why are you ignoring me when you call late at night and keep people from sleeping?"

It seemed that another 30 seconds passed, and I was a little impatient, and his voice came again, saying hoarsely: "Girl, I just really want to hear your voice, I——It's almost twelve o'clock I just woke up and saw your message, and I wanted to be afraid of disturbing your rest—I didn’t call you, but—I——just wanted to hear your voice.”

Why is his voice so weak.My heart feels a little distressed.

"Well, I forgive you. Hey, Li Junxi, what's the matter with you?"

Why did he wake up at twelve o'clock, and his voice was so weak and hoarse.

"It's okay." He said softly.

"Is it really okay?" I asked him uncertainly.

There was only a slight panting sound from the microphone on the other side, and he didn't speak again. I held the mobile phone and listened sideways, feeling worried.

(End of this chapter)