"Uh..." Qiao Muyun hesitated for a moment, raised his head, struggled to straighten his body from the embrace, his dark green eyes deep and bright, reflecting the other person's image. He slightly pressed his lips together, finding it hard to speak; it felt awkward even to call himself.
"Qiao Junlie, I'm still used to calling you this." Qiao Muyun confessed.
Qiao Junlie smiled gently, patting his shoulder. Softly, he said, "It's up to you, call me whatever you like." Then, seeing Qiao Muyun looking as if relieved, he added slyly, "How about this, when no one's around, between us, you can call me brother. Come on, call me now, I really want to hear it."
