Wen Xiao'ai felt that the more she spoke, the more she seemed to pick at someone else's sore spot, leaving her with an unpleasant feeling in her heart. Tentatively, she asked:
"How about I give you a name?"
"Sure." The youth's eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation.
"Hmm..." After giving it some serious thought, Wen Xiao'ai suggested, "How about I call you Bun?"
"Bun...?"
"Yep." Wen Xiao'ai nodded furiously: "Soft and white, fragrant, super delicious, also very much like you."
As Wen Xiao'ai got to this point, her little tongue couldn't help but lick her tiny canine tooth, and she even smacked her lips, clearly hankering for one.
"I resemble a bun?"
"...I mean you're as cute as a bun."
"Alright then, I'll be Bun."
"Hehe, Bun is good~" Wen Xiao'ai smiled, her eyes curved into crescent moons.
She really enjoyed making friends because she liked the lively atmosphere; naturally, more friends meant more liveliness.