"Prince." Under her embarrassment, Lin Ziyin tried to pull back her wrist, Chu Suifeng felt her intention and tightened his grip.
"Call me Honglin from now on." Chu Suifeng had never been so intimate with a woman. The delicate wrist he held in his hand was so smooth, the warmth transferred from her palm made his heart warm up. The sensation was peculiar, delicate, and Chu Suifeng himself found it fascinating, woman's wrist was so delicate. "I don't like hearing 'Prince'."
Honglin? Is that his given name? Lin Ziyin gazed at him curiously. Chu Suifeng's given name was pleasant to the ear, but she couldn't call him by it, it seemed too intimate.
"From now on, you must call me Honglin." Chu Suifeng emphasized again.