"Honey, you're really my lucky star. From now on, whenever I go to sell clothes, you have to come with me. Don't be embarrassed," Lin Wan said bossily as she counted her money after returning home.
"Honey?" Han Yi obviously ignored the second half of her sentence, feeling tickled by being called "honey."
"In big cities, people call each other this way. Calling you by your name doesn't sound intimate enough. From now on, can I call you this at home?"
"Would you dare to call me that in front of the family?" Han Yi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
This time, it was Lin Wan's turn to frown. She felt shy doing so in front of family. It's not like now, where calling people 'handsome' and 'beauty' when going out is the norm; back then, it was all comrades, comrades.
"Then... I'll call you Old Han."
"Too old."
"Then call... Han?" Lin Wan couldn't handle the cheesiness herself, goosebumps all over.
