He lifted her delicate chin. "Call me Ziheng."
His low, mellow sound scattered in the still space with an unspeakable temptation.
Xia Ling looked at him motionlessly, her heart skipped half a beat and she almost cried out, "Ziheng." It was the first time he called his name, and it flowed between her lip and teeth a little awkwardly with a strange sweetness.
Pei Ziheng smiled with satisfaction. "Say it again."
"Ziheng."
"Again."
"Ziheng, Ziheng."
"Good girl." He gave her a rewarding kiss. "You have to call me that in the future, understand?"
She blushed slightly. "Can't I call you Brother Pei anymore?" She was used to calling him Brother Pei and was a little reluctant to change it. Although she was also happy… she was still a little reluctant and shy.
