"Shen Mosheng, Shen Mosheng..." Han Yingying kept repeating his name, those familiar three syllables swirling on her tongue, but they seemed to have a magical power that was mesmerizing.
For the first time, she thought Shen Mosheng's name sounded so nice and rolled off the tongue easily.
"I'm here, Yingying." Shen Mosheng chuckled, his heart filled with pleasure due to her excitement.
He had been worried that going against her wishes would upset her, but it seemed he had been overly concerned.
No wonder Axing kept emphasizing, "Women like to say one thing and mean another; you must listen to them in reverse."
"Shen Mosheng, why are you so handsome today? Why does your name sound so good today? Why is your voice so charming today? Why are your arms so warm today..."
With each question, Han Yingying hugged his face and gave him a kiss.
