She pouted and kissed the corner of his lips. "Goodnight, Shengsheng."
Shengsheng? What the heck?
The corner of his lips twitched and goosebumps formed on his entire body.
Was he a three-year-old kid?
Su Yue grinned. "It's a term of endearment."
"A term of endearment?" Ming Ansheng frowned since he didn't know what to feel about it. "Should I thank you then, my princess?"
Then something came to his mind and he bitterly asked, "You called that fellow 'Jiaojiao'. Was that a term of endearment too?"
Su Yue could tell that he was jealous and she snorted. "Hmph, what 'fellow'? Jiaojiao was my first love."
F*ck! What darned first love!
First loves are insignificant!
Hearing about her first love frustrated Ming Ansheng. Su Yue indignantly said, "You've slept with countless women before."
Ming Ansheng was speechless.
She had to mention the pot that doesn't boil?
