He turned in shock, caught off guard by the sight of a man in a white shirt walking over from the side room, a bottle of red wine in his hand. He casually straightened his collar, revealing an alluring collarbone.,Counting it up, in these three years, I've only met him twice.,A man's low voice rang out, laced with the raspiness of someone just waking up, "Aunt Song, why don't you go buy some throat lozenges first"。