Zhou Luchen casually asked, "Not going to call me by my name?"
At home, the elders all called him Achen. To show respect for his status, they would also call him 'Second Young Master' or 'Mr. Zhou'.
Shen Jing quietly lowered her eyes. "I don't."
He maintained the same posture, holding the umbrella.
"Call me that. Let me hear it."
Zhou Luchen must have forgotten she had called him that before.
Shen Jing stopped, finally looking up, her gaze gently meeting his. "Achen."
Her voice was soft and gentle; whether it was intentional seduction or her true nature no longer mattered.
Under the umbrella, Zhou Luchen suddenly chuckled. The hand holding the umbrella drew her into his embrace as he reached out to smooth her hair back over her shoulder with a touch of casual scorn. "Calling my name with such a delicate voice... what kind of man, one overflowing with indulgence, will it take to spoil and cherish you for a lifetime, hmm?"