"I've told you many times to stop calling me Miss Song, just call me Qingchun." Song Qingchun glared at Cheng Qingchong in mock anger.
"She's right, you know…" Qin Yinan, who had his fill, sat up in bed. Cheng Qingchong helped Song Qingchun to the sofa and immediately rushed over to put two pillows behind Qin Yinan to make him feel more comfortable.
Qin Yinan was startled by this caring action by Cheng Qingchong. He lowered his face for a while before smiling gently as he continued his sentence. "…Calling her Miss Song adds unnecessary distance. If you don't feel like calling her Qingchun, you can follow my lead and call her Song Song."
Cheng Qingchong nodded before turning to ask Song Qingchun, "Would you like a glass of water?"
"It's okay, I just came over to drop off some things for Brother Yinan." Song Qingchun shook her head and smiled. Then she picked up a bag and passed it to Qin Yinan. "Brother Yinan, happy birthday!"
