Chaрtеr 10: A Voiсe Thаt Нооks thе Еars, Wаnting tо Stiсk Clоse tо Third Brоthеr?
Thе big graу wоlf in thе simplе drаwing was rоund аnd сhubbу, аdоrаbly nаive аnd irrеsistibly cute.
It was сomрletеlу diffеrеnt from his reаl-life pеrsоnа оf noblе elеgancе, сrеаting а cоntrast so adоrаblе it wаs аlmost exрlоsivе.
Qiaо Zhiyаng stared аt his рrоfilе picturе in surрrise, her hеart skipрing а bеаt.
Bесause they were from thе samе drаwing blоggеr, thе stylеs were eхtremеly similаr. At first glаnce, they looked like couple profile pictures.
Couple…
“!!!”
An electric current seemed to shoot from her toes to the top of her head. Qiao Zhiyang’s face grew slightly warm, and she quickly shook her head.
Stop! No more wild thoughts!
They had only officially met for the first time today. How could their progress skyrocket straight to “couple” so quickly?
This wasn’t some idol drama!
Besides, she had always regarded Mr. Cen as a respected elder.
She also believed he only saw her as his little niece’s best friend, a junior he occasionally looked after, and wouldn’t harbor any other intentions.
Mr. Cen must have just found her profile picture cute, so he found a similar style to use.
Convinced by her own reasoning, the simple yet clear-headed Little Lamb nodded in agreement.
Hmm, compared to some inexplicable “love at first sight,” this reason was definitely much more plausible.
“Oh no, I was so caught up in my thoughts that I forgot to reply to him.”
Afraid he might have been waiting too long, Qiao Zhiyang hurriedly opened the chat window.
Unexpectedly, in her haste, she accidentally sent the “Little Lamb Sticking Close” sticker she usually used.
…Huh?
The Little Lamb hadn’t even processed what happened.
Only when she saw the intimate “sticking close” image on the screen did the little lamb horns on her head instantly curl in shock.
Ahhh!!!
She sent the wrong sticker!!!
Just as she was flustered and trying to recall it, a voice message had already popped up on the screen.
Oh my god, an instant reply…
Qiao Zhiyang closed her eyes in social embarrassment.
Her cheeks flushed slightly. She took a deep breath, tapped the voice message, and brought her ear close to the speaker.
A sexy, low, magnetic chuckle, as if hiding countless hooks, unexpectedly drifted into her ear.
Then, a rich, lazy voice, both bewitching and tempting, slowly said, “Sticking close? Who does Little Zhiyang want to stick close to? Me?”
The tips of Qiao Zhiyang’s ears instantly turned bright red.
Before she could regain her composure, a second voice message automatically played.
That incredibly magnetic voice once again carried a tingling electric current, drifting into her ear.
“Mhm, sticking close~”
He lowered the tone on the last two words.
The husky, seductive bass was as if he were right beside her, pressing his thin lips against her ear, each word coiling around and licking at the depths of her heart.
Help…
His voice is way too seductive!
Sitting on the sofa, Qiao Zhiyang couldn’t help but bury her face in a cushion.
No wonder there are people in this world who are voice enthusiasts.
It turns out there really are people whose voice alone can easily disturb one’s mind, making it hard to maintain control.
Her ears felt weak, and the temperature of her cheeks kept rising.
Suddenly, she felt that if Mr. Cen weren’t an elegant, upright “Buddha-like” figure but instead a seductive, enchanting male siren, many people would definitely be on board.
Qiao Zhiyang rubbed her face.
She wanted to rub away the burning embarrassment on her cheeks.
“Huff…”
She took another deep breath to adjust her emotions.
Once calmed, she picked up her phone again to type: [I didn’t mean “sticking close”! I sent it by mistake ( )]
To prove she really sent it by mistake, she quickly searched online for a bunch of stickers exclusively for elders—Several brilliantly blooming red roses automatically unfurled on the screen, adorned with large, colorful flashing text: Thank You!
“……”
In the car, Cen Zhou stared at the flowers blooming on his screen—a clear testament to their generational gap—and fell into silence.
He lightly pressed his tongue against his cheek, letting out a soft, amused huff.
Tsk.
She claimed she didn’t think he was old, yet here she was sending him an emoji that screamed “elderly.”
Little liar.
He saved the little lamb sticker she’d sent earlier, then pressed the screen, his thin lips parting slightly—
His phone vibrated.
A voice message popped up immediately.
Qiao Zhiyang deliberately stood under the air conditioner, letting the cool breeze dissipate the heat from her face.
Clutching her phone, she nervously licked her lips for no apparent reason.
After taking another deep breath, she tapped the voice message as if checking an exam result.
A clear, low, magnetic voice, roughened as if by sandpaper, accompanied by a seductive breath, shattered every defense she had just built up.
“Third Brother doesn’t like this. Third Brother likes you—”
He paused deliberately at this point, leaving an infinitely ambiguous silence.
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
Qiao Zhiyang’s heart inexplicably raced a few beats faster.
The temperature on her face, which had just begun to calm down, surged once more.
What… what does he want to do?!
Just as the little figure in her heart was riding a deer in chaotic leaps—
The other person suddenly chuckled softly, then added with a sly, mischievous drawl, “I like your sticker emojis.”
So angry!
How infuriating!
That kind of sentence break was totally unfair!
The flustered Little Lamb’s fluffy fur instantly puffed up like cotton candy.
Qiao Zhiyang puffed out her cheeks slightly, her usually docile and quiet demeanor now brimming with lively energy.
Hmph.
Mr. Cen must be teasing her like a child again.
A tiny flicker of defiance rose in her heart. She gripped her phone, about to press the voice message button.
Mimicking his teasing tone, she parted her red lips, like a little lamb raising its soft, fluffy hoof to strike back.
But suddenly, she stopped short.
Huh, something’s off.
Why does this feel like… mutual flirting?!
Ahhh, this isn’t right!
Qiao Zhiyang’s eyes widened. She immediately canceled the “recording voice message” status on her screen.
The little figure in her heart had already adeptly crossed its legs and began rhythmically tapping a wooden fish.
That was close.
She almost crossed the line of propriety with an elder.
Thankfully, she came to her senses in time.
Qiao Zhiyang shook her slightly dizzy head and, with the blush still lingering on her face, quickly typed on the screen: 【Third Brother, I’m going to pack my things now. Let’s chat again when we have time ＞＜】
Below it, she attached an “I wish you happiness and joy” elderly-style emoji.
On the other end, Cen Zhou gazed at the lotus flower flashing with multicolored lights on his screen, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.
He had been watching her chat page and naturally hadn’t missed the fleeting “recording voice message” status that had appeared moments before.
A faint, amused smile curled at the corner of Cen Zhou’s lips.
It seems this little lamb is feeling shy again.
The thought of her in that shy state—her fair cheeks flushed with two enticing, lovely blushes, tempting enough to make one want to devour her whole—crossed his mind.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and the gaze hidden behind his glasses suddenly turned dark and intense.
Ah.
I really want to eat her up.
Cen Zhou stared at the chat box on his screen, his fingers tapping slowly and deliberately.He could have continued hiding his wolf tail to tease and flirt with her. With her gentle and soft nature, even if she blushed into a ball, she would still reply to him earnestly.
But in the end, he returned to the message page and closed WeChat.
No rush.
His little girl was still too innocent and naive about love between men and women, and she didn’t understand what his current actions were expressing.
Being too hasty would only scare her away.
But it didn’t matter.
He would become the most patient hunter, luring her over bit by bit, making this tender little rose bloom brilliantly only for him.
Cen Zhou leisurely fiddled with the prayer beads that symbolized abstinence, yet his eyes brimmed with a maddening, obsessive desire.
There was plenty of time ahead.
He didn’t mind personally taking his time to teach her, slowly.