Instantly, her face flushed with anger, she lifted her eyelashes and glared at Lu Jihan: "Lu, which eye of yours saw me being jealous?!"
"Lu?"
Lu Jihan frowned, displeased, and said, "Is that how you usually address your husband?"
"Of course... not."
She pouted a little.
Isn't it just because you made me so mad that I couldn't control my mouth.
She pouted again.
"So what do you usually call me?" he asked again, "Don't tell me you just call me by my full name?"
"Actually, it's simple, just... Jinhan, hubby... things like that." Song Yinyin responded with a red face.
Of course, there are other names too, but Song Yinyin was too embarrassed to say.
How could she admit to him that, in bed, Lu Jihan has a lowbrow sense of humor, insisting she calls him repeatedly by the single character 'Han'?
He said that hearing the word from her little mouth made him feel excited.
Lu Jihan nodded, and brought back the earlier question: "So did you agree to him or not?"
