Chi Cheng: "From now on, you need to change the way you address me."
"Change to what?"
Chi Cheng stroked his chin, "Call me husband."
...Can you be serious for a moment?
"I refuse," An Ran protested.
Who just goes straight to it like that?
Chi Cheng scratched the soft spot under her chin like teasing a kitten, coaxing her gently, "Be a good girl, Ranran, say it for me."
An Ran's little ears started to heat up again, and she turned her head aside.
But opposite her, what Chi Cheng lacked least was patience.
The man just watched as An Ran's eyes fluttered, looking here and there.
Eventually, An Ran compromised and, in a voice only she could hear, said, "Husband... brother."
Pfft.
Chi Cheng laughed aloud, his enchanting handsome face full of smiles, "What's 'husband brother'? Hmm?"
"Anyway, I've already said it," An Ran paused, then added, "I'm still used to calling you brother."
And used to brother calling her Ranran.
Even though many people called her that.
