Shen Haoxuan's heart was blooming with joy, though Mi Lu wouldn't hurt anyone, most of the time she wouldn't care about those she didn't care about.
Mi Lu's repeated compromises with him meant that she must hold him in some regard.
Shen Haoxuan, armed with this realization, was in an exceptionally good mood. "Lulu..."
Mi Lu, for some reason, got goosebumps all over every time Shen Haoxuan called her 'Lulu'. It was just too cheesy.
"Shen Haoxuan, I'm warning you, don't you ever call me Lulu again, it makes me sick. Don't think being cheesy is funny, I'm telling you." Mi Lu couldn't stand Shen Haoxuan's cloying voice, even more coquettish than a woman and making one shudder.
"Then what should I call you if not Lulu? How about 'dear'? Or 'darling'?" Shen Haoxuan was still sitting on the ground, and Mi Lu had already flung his hand away at the sound of 'Lulu'.
"Call me Mi Lu, Mi Lu, got it?" Mi Lu's voice almost roared.
