Di Mingjue, unwilling to give up, dialed the number again.
This time, Nangong Jin finally picked up. His voice was clearly hoarse, with a hint of labored breathing, and he asked, "What's up?"
Although he had answered the phone, his hands didn't stop their affectionate ministrations towards Di Jinxuan. The light sheen of sweat on his refined features was exceedingly captivating.
"You sound kind of... weak," Di Mingjue couldn't help but tease in response to his voice.
Nangong Jin: "..."
"Get to the point." His response was concise.
Di Mingjue didn't drag it out. "Come get barbecue with Jinxuan. At my eldest brother's place. We're just waiting on you two."
"Not coming, got something going on," Nangong Jin replied. "Jinxuan and I probably won't be free until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."
Di Mingjue: "..."
"What are you two doing?" Di Mingjue couldn't help but ask. What kind of thing takes until tomorrow afternoon?
