Who the hell knows if Liu Zhizhong did it on purpose or not?
Anyway, he got all emotional and couldn't control himself.
Beside him, Xiang Wenxin was startled and turned to look at him.
In the halo of the setting sun, his tall and slender figure, his handsome profile shone. His magnetic voice, even his chest was slightly trembling in the light, that moving voice seemed to emanate from the soul, touching a woman's soul, extremely soothing and refreshing.
"Damn! Liu Zhizhong, you asshole, you couldn't be Mr. L, could you?"
Xiang Wenxin, excited, smacked her hand on Liu Zhikuan's broad shoulders. Quite bouncy there.
Liu Zhizhong snapped out of his emotions, realizing something, and touched his nose, "Uh... this, what are you talking about?"
"Shit! You just pulled off a perfect Mr. L with those segments, didn't you? I didn't record it, damn it, I didn't record it!"
Xiang Wenxin looked a bit regretful, yet spoke with certainty, "Recorded or not, I can tell — that was Mr. L's voice! Out with it, are you him or not?"
Liu Zhizhong shook his head, feigning ignorance, "How could that be? Didn't you say Mr. L must be ugly, or have some defect, that's why he never shows his face or body? Look at me here, fully exposed in front of you, not even a pixelation."
"You... you're denying it, aren't you?" Xiang Wenxin reached out her hand, her right hand moving skillfully to the side pocket of her backpack, ready to draw like a gun.
Liu Zhizhong stepped back in fright, raising his hands, "Don't, don't, don't! I admit, I admit..." The source of this content ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱
"Ha, I knew it, you bastard..."
Xiang Wenxin felt a surge of excitement, just as she was getting smug, Liu Zhizhong continued, "I admit I'm really not Mr. L! I just have a good voice imitation ability. I like Mr. L's voice too, but I can only mimic some bits, like..."
Liu Zhizhong said this, and immediately began to casually imitate a few segments.
Clearly, he got some parts very similar, but others were not quite there.
Xiang Wenxin felt a bit lost, wondering if she had made a mistake. Looking at it now, he didn't seem to be Mr. L himself, did he? Just a voice impersonation enthusiast?
Liu Zhizhong stopped his imitation and shook his head, "Forget it, forget it, I can't remember so much. I only remember some of his classics! Sorry for the poor performance, Miss Xiang, don't hold it against me!"
Xiang Wenxin looked at him bewilderedly for a moment, then nodded, "Fine, I'll just assume you're not him for now. Maybe, although he might be unsightly compared to you, he must be a person of good character, not like some people who conjure up friends from nothing and are two-timing, heh..."
Her laughter at the end was cold, her smile forced, and then she turned and walked downstairs.
Liu Zhizhong felt a twinge of melancholy, ah, I'm still a fallen character in her eyes...
"Hey, Miss Xiang, what about... why are you going downstairs? We agreed to watch the sunset."
"Can the sunset fill your stomach? Aren't you going to eat dinner? I better go cook!"
Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but laugh. This Southern beauty had her charms!
"Heh, Miss Xiang, you can cook?"
"Nonsense! In your eyes, can't I do anything?"
Xiang Wenxin turned her head, slid her sunglasses to her forehead, and coldly glared at him with a playful twist.
"Heh, I really jumped to conclusions, I was stereotyping, I thought..."
"What you thought is not what you think! I can handle the kitchen and the parlor, been taught manners and etiquette since I was a kid, not missing anything..."
"Well, lucky is the man who marries Miss Xiang, it would be a stroke of cosmic fate, must have exhausted all his ancestors' good deeds to manage it..."
"You asshole, you really do have a way with words..."
"Heh, just stating the facts..."