Duoyao wanted to agitate him on purpose and she said, "Why don't… I call you Uncle?"
"You're calling me Uncle when I'm only seven years older than you?" Yan Molun pondered for a while and laughed softly. "I couldn't tell that you had such intense preferences."
"…" Duoyao was speechless. "Who's the one with more intense preferences?"
"It's okay, you can call me whatever you want. I'd like it either way." Yan Molun pecked her lips again and again, never tiring of it.
Duoyao felt half of her heart going numb. She closed her eyes halfway and could see Yan Molun's dense and dark eyebrows were filled with love and passion under the bright light. She found it somewhat incredible that a man like him could actually become like this when in a relationship. He was like a burning ball of fire that seemed to be able to set one in flames. How incredible.
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