A Call on the Night Breeze
灵感来自:khol和mc打电话会害羞，khol是会在电话里调情的人。
Inspired by Khol. He gets shy when talking to MC on the phone, and he also likes to flirt over calls.
你刚洗漱完毕，裹着柔软的棉被窝在床头，暖黄的小夜灯晕开一片温和的光，驱散了夜晚的清冷。
You’d just finished washing up, curled up snugly in soft cotton quilts. The warm glow of the small nightlight spilled gently over everything, chasing away the night’s chill.
忙碌了一整天，身心都沉在慵懒的疲惫里，指尖刚触到枕边的手机，屏幕就骤然亮起，来电显示上那个熟悉的名字，让你嘴角不自觉地弯起温柔的弧度。
Worn out from a long day, body and mind heavy with lazy fatigue, your fingers had barely brushed your phone when it flared to life. The familiar name on the screen pulled a soft, unguarded smile to your lips.
你盯着屏幕愣了一瞬，后知后觉地想起，今天整整一天，你都未曾见过他的身影。白日里，他发来消息，语气带着他独有的小得意，又掺着些许无奈，说店里客人爆满，作为厨师的他要忙到脚不沾地，还附带了一张自拍——他将长发扎成蓬松的丸子头，外头套着干净的发网，依旧是一副刻意摆拍的耍帅模样。
You stared at the screen a beat, only then realizing you hadn’t seen him all day. Earlier, he’d texted in that typical cocky-yet-whiny tone: the restaurant was swamped, he’d been run off his feet as head chef. Attached was a selfie — long hair in a fluffy topknot, clean hairnet, still striking an over-the-top pose just to show off how good he looked.
彼时看着那条消息，你就忍不住轻笑，眉眼间更是漾开浅浅的温柔，指尖划过屏幕接起了电话。
You smiled softly at the memory, tenderness softening your eyes, and swiped to answer.
“终于接电话啦Honey，我还以为你累到直接睡着了。”
“Took you long enough, Honey. Thought you’d crashed from exhaustion and forgotten all about me.”
电话那头，立刻传来Khol的声音，是熟悉的清润音色，尾音藏着一丝不易察觉的软糯，和他平日里张扬的模样截然不同，多了几分只对你展露的亲昵。
Khol’s voice hit your ear at once — smooth, warm, with a soft, breathy lilt you only ever get over the phone. Nothing like his loud, cocky self in person; this was the softer, sweeter side he saves just for you.
你往被窝里缩了缩，声音轻柔又带着刚洗漱完的温润：“刚收拾好躺下，正准备联系你就看到你的电话了。”
You burrowed deeper into the covers, voice soft and still warm from your shower. “Just got into bed. Was about to text you when you called.”
“哼，算你有良心没把我抛到脑后。”他故作傲娇地轻哼一声，可语气里半点责备都没有，反倒裹着缱绻的温柔。紧接着，他刻意压低声音，语调缓慢又缱绻，带着几分小心翼翼却格外真诚的情话，“其实……我今天超级想你，从早上站在灶台前开始，就没停过。”
“Hmph. Guess you haven’t completely forgotten about me after all.” He huffed, all fake arrogance, but his tone was thick with softness. Then he dropped his voice, slow and sweet, shy but sincere. “Truth is… I missed you like crazy today. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I stood at the stove this morning.”
你指尖轻轻攥着柔软的被角，脸颊微微发烫，轻声回应他：“我也很想你khol。”
Your fingers curled into the sheets, cheeks warming. “I missed you too, Khol.”
不过一句简单直白的回应，电话那头却瞬间没了声响，只剩下浅浅的、略显慌乱的呼吸声透过手机传来。你几乎能立刻想象出他此刻的模样——平日里气质亮眼、自带锋芒的帅气青年，此刻一定是脸颊通红，眼神迷离，连耳尖都染上了害羞的淡粉。明明是他先开口诉说心意，却被你的一句回应弄得手足无措。
That quiet answer was met with sudden silence — only soft, flustered breathing down the line. You could picture him perfectly: the usually bold, sharp, stunning man, now flushed bright red, eyes dazed, ears pink with embarrassment. He’d started the sweet talk, but your simple reply had him completely flustered.
“你、你别突然这么直白啊……”Khol的声音变得闷闷的，带着几分显而易见的窘迫，软着语气又喊了一声，“Honey我今天店里真的忙疯了，我一边翻炒菜品，脑子里全是你的样子，想着你下班有没有按时吃饭，想着你这会儿在做什么，连调味料都差点搞错了。同事都问我今天状态不对劲，可我就是控制不住想你。”
“Don’t — don’t be so blunt all of a sudden…” His voice was muffled, clearly embarrassed, before softening again. “Honey, I was swamped at work today. Stir-frying away, all I could think about was you — wondering if you ate after work, what you were doing right now. Almost messed up the seasonings twice. My coworkers kept asking if I was out of it… but I just couldn’t stop missing you.”
他絮絮叨叨地讲着白天在店里的忙碌琐碎，每一句话，绕来绕去都离不开对你的牵挂。
He rambled on about his chaotic day, every sentence circling right back to you.
没有华丽的辞藻，却字字句句都透着赤诚，把他藏在帅气外表下的在意与不安，展露得淋漓尽致。他从不是擅长温柔表达的人，总爱用自信强势伪装自己，可唯独面对你，才会卸下所有防备，露出骨子里缺乏安全感的模样，将满心满眼的思念，毫无保留地说给你听。
No fancy lines, just pure, unfiltered sincerity — laying bare the care and insecurity he hides behind his cocky, handsome facade. He’s never been one for soft words, always hiding behind confidence and bravado. But with you? He drops all the act, lets you see that soft, needy side, and pours out every bit of his longing.
“辛苦啦。”你听着他语气里藏不住的疲惫很是心疼，柔声安抚，“我知道你忙，我也一直在想你，从白天到现在，从来没有停过。”
“You’ve been working so hard.” Your heart ached at the weariness in his voice, and you soothed him gently. “I know you’ve been busy. I’ve been thinking of you too — nonstop, all day.”
“真的吗？”他立刻追问道，语气里蹦出几分雀跃，可下一秒又变回害羞的模样，声音轻得像拂过耳畔的晚风，还不忘带点小小的得意，“我就知道，像我这么帅气又靠谱的人，你肯定一直把我放在心上……就算你不说，我也清楚你心里全是我，对吧？”
“Really?” He perked up instantly, bright and giddy, before turning shy again — voice soft as a whisper, with that familiar cocky edge. “Knew it. Someone as handsome and reliable as me? Of course you’ve been thinking about me… Even if you don’t say it, I know I’m the only one on your mind. Right?”
明明是带着几分傲气的话，可被他用害羞又软糯的语气说出来，反倒格外可爱，你忍不住轻声笑起来，和他有一搭没一搭地聊着。听他讲店里的小趣事，讲他特意偷偷留出想和你一起品尝的小甜品，氛围亲昵又温馨，满是热恋里的甜蜜与安稳。
Cocky words, but spoken in that shy, sweet tone? Utterly endearing. You laughed softly, chatting lazily as he rambled about silly work moments, the little dessert he’d stashed away just for you. Warm, soft, intimate — pure, sweet, comfortable love.
夜色越来越深，倦意一点点袭来，你意识渐渐变得迷离。耳边他温柔低语，像舒缓的催眠曲，让你愈发困倦，眼皮越来越沉，连回应都变得断断续续。
Night deepened, drowsiness creeping in, your mind growing hazy. His soft murmurs in your ear were like a lullaby, your eyelids heavy, replies slow and sleepy.
电话那头的Khol察觉到了你的困意，说话的声音愈发轻柔，不再多说琐碎的话题，就这样静静地陪着你，平稳的呼吸声透过听筒传来，让人无比安心。
Khol noticed you were tired, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur, no more rambling — just quiet, steady presence. His calm breathing through the phone was warm, safe, comforting.
不知过了多久，你几乎要陷入沉睡，朦胧之间，只听见电话那头，传来他无比温柔的声音，萦绕着满满的爱意，轻轻落在你的耳畔：
After a while, you were half-asleep. In your haze, you heard his soft, tender voice, thick with love, brushing your ear:
“Good night, my everything.”
晚风轻轻拂过窗台，带着无尽的温柔，那句轻声的晚安，成了夜晚最甜美的收尾，也是你坠入梦乡前，最温暖的印记。
The night wind brushed the windowsill, soft and sweet. That quiet good night — the perfect end to the night, and the warmest thought you carried with you into sleep.
Thank you for reading this far. My English is limited.🙌🏻
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