Feng Yunyi drank a few mouthfuls of tea, and the effect of the medicine began to take effect. He felt like a volcano about to erupt, anxious and uncomfortable.
He fell to the ground before he could bring Su Zhiyu in and onto the bed.
"Young Master, tell Yu'er… your name…"
Just as the two of them were about to do something good, Su Zhiyu wrapped her arms around his neck and couldn't help but say.
She still did not know Di Lingtian's name. At such a happy moment, she wanted to call him by his name.
These words were like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, drenching Feng Yunyi's enthusiasm.
The erupting volcano was gone, and so was the passion. All that was left was a bone-chilling cold.
Young Master… she did not know his name!
Haha, after all this, did she think he was another man?!
Su Zhiyu thought that he would tell her his name immediately. She did not expect him to suddenly stop after hearing this.
