"Xixi also likes Hotpot," she said, unaware of his distraction. "This afternoon, I'll give her a call to see if she's busy. If she's not, I'll invite her out; if she is, then maybe next time..."
Li Shengxiao gathered his thoughts and gently wiped her lips. "As long as you're happy."
Rong Yan, startled by his sudden gesture, dared not move. Her lips tingled as if electrified, numbing her to the core...
"Li, Li Shengxiao, what are you doing?"
Li Shengxiao withdrew his hand, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "Yanyan, what did you call me? You got it wrong again."
"Dear, dear boyfriend," she said, cringing at her own cheesy nickname, which gave her goosebumps. Shivering, she brushed them off and corrected herself, "I can't call you that every time, can I? Others might hear and think I'm crazy."
Li Shengxiao didn't see anything wrong with the nickname; it felt intimate and natural to him. "Then what would you like to call me?"
"Um..." Rong Yan paused to think.
