Zhan Jia 'er was unwilling to accept this.
The love spell was already in effect, and Li junyu was looking at her with such passionate eyes, so why did he still call out ruan Mengmeng's name?
Zhan Jia 'er had always been the Apple of her parents and brother's eye. She could not tolerate such a sense of inferiority.
Thus, Zhan Jia 'er grabbed li junyu's small hand tightly and inched closer. "Junyu Zhenzhen, don't call me Mengmeng. Call me Jia 'er Zhenzhen."
Li junyu, who was under the control of the 'love spell', had a slightly puzzled look on his face.
Using the effect of the love Gu, Zhan Jia 'er said coyly, I don't like my original name anymore. I like it when you call me junyu, junyu, Jia 'er.
Even in her dreams, she wanted to hear li junyu call her name in his deep, magnetic voice that was filled with love.
Other than her poor health, the little princess of the Zhan family could get anything she wanted.
