Sheng Yi was still chewing on a crystal bun, and it was obviously delicious, but for some reason, the more she chewed, the less delicious it became.
Just the thought of such a devoted man, who doesn't belong to her, made the food in her mouth tasteless, and her stomach felt a sinking discomfort.
"Then she must be very happy." She replied sullenly.
"Yiyi."
At this moment, Sheng Yi, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, heard the name 'Yiyi' called from his mouth, and her emotions became even more complicated: "Dao An, how about you just call me Miss Sheng Yi instead."
The more he called her Yiyi, the deeper she fell, unable to extricate herself.
She thought that by clearly correcting the way he addressed her, he would surely revert to the previous name, but instead, she heard him say: "But I don't want to call you that."
Sheng Yi became dumbfounded, her cheek bulging slightly, the food in her mouth not yet swallowed.
