education."Speak a little quieter.""Not ink…" Warmth lowered her voice."Lighter.""Not ink!" A warm breath, like a silken thread."Just a little softer.""...Not ink." She suddenly felt her voice was hus...t hurting me Then, Mr. Fang, what would you call hurting me"Fang Liucheng was speechless under her questioning. How could he tell Wen Nuan that he simply kept her by his side Yes, she was the enemy's...