Zuo An choked, "cough cough cough..."
Mr. Gong! Compared to the nickname in your phone, Miss Ming Ge's "Baby," "Sweetheart," "Little Darling," "Little Witch"...
Are already normal enough, okay?!
Ming Ge played with the second button of the man's crisp, white shirt with her fingertips, gazing eagerly at him, her eyes alluring yet innocent, and said in an innocent tone, "I think they're quite normal. Besides these, I really can't think of any others."
Her left hand casually rested on his shirt, "After all, considering my beauty, nicknames like 'sweetheart' and 'darling' feel perfectly natural. How could there not be a single normal one."
Finally, she withdrew her hand, gave up in dissatisfaction, and complained in a spoiled tone with a trace of grievance, "Such a hard man to please. You think of one yourself, Mr. Gong."
