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【Before meeting him, she never knew that someone’s voice could make her so excited.】
At six o’clock in the morning, the phone alarm rang right on time.
The alarm tone used by Xiang Xiaokui wasn’t some ear-piercing percussion or death metal, but rather a passage of narration.
With the soothing background music full of ancient charm, the male voice was deep and mellow, clear and distant, extremely magnetic. Occasionally, it would rise at the end, carrying a hint of flirtation, sensually turning, making one’s heart melt.
The roommates heard this voice and fell deeper into sleepiness, but Xiang Xiaokui would instantly wake up from her dreams.
With a sweet and innocent smile that only lovers would have, she felt like it was too dreamy to wake up every day to His her male god’s tempting and charming voice! It was as if Her male god was personally waking her up!
What was she thinking so early in the morning! o(///▽///)q
Xiang Xiaokui reached for her phone on the bedside table, turned off the alarm, and as usual, the first thing she did was to open Weibo.
She replied to the comments left by some fans first, then posted the first Weibo of the morning.
Not-So-Happy Flower Xiaokui: There’s a self-study class tonight, I’m afraid I’ll miss my male god’s interview, so unhappy QAQ
After posting, she happily went to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she came back, she opened her phone, and although it was only a little after six o’clock, there were already comments from other fans.
1L: Early in the morning, the courtesan is confessing to His Majesty again~
2L: The declaration of love is so full of affection!
3L: The courtesan calls His Majesty every day, but His Majesty has never replied. If it were me, I would have been discouraged long ago… The courtesan has great perseverance! Keep it up!
Xiang Xiaokui smiled. Actually, she never expected her male god to reply to her on Weibo. After all, he seemed to rarely use Weibo, and when Xiang Xiaokui entered the circle, he had already retired. Perhaps he didn’t even know who she was.
She couldn’t remember when it started, but almost every day she would post a Weibo related to him. Although it was a one-sided conversation, it didn’t stop the feeling of wanting to share even the smallest joys or trivial matters with the person she liked.
Just as Xiang Xiaokui was about to put down her phone, she received a notification of a new comment.
4L: Just a newcomer seeking fame, why so eager to cling to His Majesty’s leg? Acting like a lovesick fool on Weibo every day, I hate this kind of scheming woman the most!
Her male god had many fans, so it was normal for some of them not to like her. Xiang Xiaokui used to explain herself and feel sad at first, but as time went by, she just smiled it off.
Anyway, no matter what, it wouldn’t stop her admiration for her male god! ~\(≧▽≦)/~
Xiang Xiaokui’s roommate, Cheng Lv, was also in the voice acting (CV) industry. Cheng Lv had eaten barbecue the day before and got sick, so she had gastroenteritis and had to take a leave of absence to rest in the dormitory.
Unable to attend the singing gathering with His Majesty on YY1 that night, Xiang Xiaokui asked Cheng Lv to record it for her. Before class, she reminded Cheng Lv countless times, and finally, Cheng Lv still exhausted and suffering from diarrhea but unable to bear it any longer, dragged her out of the dormitory without mercy.
Isn’t there a bit of roommate love anymore? ToT
Finally, at seven o’clock in the evening, Xiang Xiaokui, fearing that Cheng Lv might oversleep, secretly sent her a text message to remind her to record the singing gathering for her. Just the thought of His Majesty’s enchanting voice filling the airwaves while she couldn’t hear it made her feel terrible.
The first time Xiang Xiaokui heard the voice of Wen Buyu (His Majesty) was three years ago. At that time, she was in the tense period of the college entrance examination, suffering from insomnia due to excessive pressure. The school psychologist suggested that she do something she was interested in to relax, so Xiang Xiaokui went online to find some novels to read.
By accident, she clicked on a popular ancient drama radio play. Before she could close the webpage, she heard the voice of Wen Buyu—
“Even if I give you this entire kingdom, what of it? Why don’t you understand, all I want is you, Qingyan Ge, you alone!”
That voice was full of sorrow and extreme sadness, exuding deep affection and stubbornness, as if a thunderbolt had struck Xiang Xiaokui’s heart. Her actions seemed to no longer obey her command; instead of closing the webpage, her hand moved the mouse to the lower right corner and increased the volume. She spent the whole night listening to this radio drama.
Accompanied by that sometimes desolate, sometimes gentle male voice, she gradually entering the realm of dreams…
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