"Xiaoya?" Han Zhuoling said in a gentle voice.
"Hmm?" Shi Xiaoya answered softly.
"Say it for me to hear," Han Zhuoling insisted and said, "I want to hear you address me intimately. I want you to not be so distant anymore."
Shi Xiaoya lowered her head. She did not dare to look at him and felt so embarrassed that her scalp was turning numb. It took her a long while before she finally said, "Zhuoling."
That voice was very soft, and half of it was trapped in her throat, making her sound very careful.
But Han Zhuoling heard it clearly.
To Shi Xiaoya, this was already a very big improvement.
Han Zhuoling did not ask her to call him a few more times.
Under such circumstances, it was already very good that she could call him like this.
Slowly, he would make her get used to it.
"Can we go back now?" Shi Xiaoya said while still blushing.
"Sure." Han Zhuoling got off the car together with Shi Xiaoya.
