This had always been Ning Jiang's personality—he was direct and disliked beating around the bush, as he found it a waste of time.
"Hehe, I think I'll stick to calling you Young Master. It feels a bit more intimate."
Yue Lianxi spoke in a sweet, coquettish tone. Her voice was enchanting, tinged with a faint languor that tugged at the heart like a playful kitten. "From what I know of you, Young Master, you value loyalty and relationships. I have a favor to ask, and I wonder if you would be willing to grant it?"
"Speak." Ning Jiang flicked his fingernail, producing a sharp twang, like a piece of steel vibrating through the air.
He always repaid his favors. Since he owed Yue Lianxi one, he naturally couldn't refuse.
"Actually, I've taken a fancy to you, Young Master."
