Only when Qiao Xiaren narrowed her eyes did she realize that she had been tricked without even the slightest suspicion, she had unknowingly fallen right into the trap.
"Good girl." Si Limo watched the woman in his arms bristling, hurriedly stroking her, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Qiao Xiaren was both amused and helplessly resigned, trapped in his tight embrace without the ability or will to wriggle free.
"Si Limo…"
"Now that we've decided to be together, it's time for a different form of address."
"What should I call you then?" Qiao Xiaren asked, feeling awkward. Aside from calling him by his full name, there seemed to be no other suitable term to go by.
Si Limo thought for a moment: "The most prudent option would be to call me Limo."
"Limo ... Limo?" Although it had felt awkward at first, after repeating it a few times, Qiao Xiaren found it rolled off her tongue quite easily, and it seemed rather amusing, "Limo, Limo, Limo …"