"What's the matter, Chen Mo? Don't tell me you're unwilling to do this favor for me?"
"Second Elder Cousin, you've misunderstood. And please, stop calling me Chen Mo; it makes it sound like there's a generation gap between us."
"Then what do you think I should call you? Maybe I should just call you 'Brother'."
Second Elder Cousin threw this out suddenly, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
It was as if she had always longed to have a brother.
"Alright then." Chen Mo eventually nodded in agreement.
"Then how about you call me Qian Qian? That's what everyone at home calls me."
"Okay."
"Why are you always so reserved?"
In the end, Qian Qian couldn't help but ask.
Not getting an answer from Chen Mo, Qian Qian didn't continue to press.
But as the bus kept swaying, the woman kept pressing against Chen Mo's body unintentionally.
Eventually, she even rested her head completely on Chen Mo's shoulder.
