Xie Qingci is always mixing "darling" and "sister," and he manages the balance really well, making her heart race often.
Yu Xia thinks he's not becoming bad, just getting better at certain tricks.
She softly hums a tune, then casually says:
"But pretending to be pitiful is like how a concubine gets a cramp, use it twice and it won't work anymore, darling."
She has never called him that before, and two minutes went by without any message from Xie Qingci, but she could hear his disrupted breathing through the speaker.
A moment later, Xie Qingci laughed.
He felt a bit complicated.
[Xie Qingci: I don't know if I should be upset for being compared to a concubine or happy because you called me darling]
[Xie Qingci: Could you call me with a different name again?]
"Of course. Xie Qingci, are you dreaming?"
[Xie Qingci: ...]
[Xie Qingci: Alas]
After joking a bit, Yu Xia brought the topic back to serious matters.
