He Teng likes watching He Zhilan wear skirts and also likes seeing her with her long hair down, silently standing by his side, ignoring his cold expression, holding his arm, and looking at him with a smiling gaze.
"Sis." He Zhilan suddenly called out to He Teng, and when He Teng lowered his gaze towards her, she didn't say anything but just grinned at He Teng with clenched teeth and continued shouting, "He Teng!"
He Teng has heard countless people call his name, but no one has ever made the simple two words sound as sweet as He Zhilan did, making him like it so much.
"Why aren't you responding to me?" He Zhilan lightly kicked He Teng's foot, pouting.
"Hmm." He Teng finally responded humbly, knowing she was purposely teasing him, but he had no intention of getting angry.
After receiving He Teng's response, He Zhilan then satisfiedly withdrew her gaze and rested her head on He Teng's arm, "Ateng! Brother, do you prefer me calling you like this?"
