The moment she put on her socks, Feng Ling was about to put on her shoes when in the next second, her waist was hugged and her body was carried to sit on his lap.
"Ah!" Feng Ling was shocked and subconsciously wanted to push him.
At this moment, the king whispered into her ear in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Ling'er, call me Brother Jingzhou. You used to call me that when we were young. Why aren't you calling me that now?"
Feng Ling's hand suddenly froze.
She had indeed called him that often when she was young, but ever since she started coming into contact with books and read too many books, she became embarrassed to call him that again after knowing the courtesy and integrity a woman should have.
At most, she would call him by his name. Most of the time, she would call him 'Your Majesty' like the others.
