[Yang Menghuo POV]
"Now that we are here, do you have any plan for today's date, My Meng Bao?" Shi Ying said.
'My Meng Bao…'
'My Meng Bao…'
'My Meng Bao…'
The endearing call echoed inside Menghuo's brain. He blanked for a while, and his brain short-circuited out of both shock and awe. Yang Menghuo got plenty of endearing calls from women who wanted to be with him. Most of the time, it made his stomach turned, because it was either so cringy or just downright flirtatiously disgusting.
But why did it hit different when Shi Ying said it? Was it because he never got called Meng Bao before? Maybe the intonation? Or maybe just because of the overall atmosphere?
'My Meng Bao…'
Yang Menghuo's heartbeat accelerated as he covered half of his face with his palm, trying his best to hide his face. Because he was blushing red like a tomato, it was pretty unscientific for him.
