"Ye Shu? A very comfortable 'Shu'?" Cheng Zhu listened to Ye Zi mention the name and asked, "Did you just make it up?"
Ye Zi sat on the bed, casually tossed the jacket she had just taken off onto the nearby sofa, propped herself up with both hands behind her, and said,
"I won't tell you whether it's my real name!"
Cheng Zhu understood, it was probably made up on the spot.
As for whether she was really embarrassed to reveal her real name because she thought it was too plain, or whether she was using this form of not revealing her real name as a subtle hint about their relationship, he didn't care.
In his heart, Ye Zi had always been a very sensible woman, even perhaps too sensible.
Put simply, she had a clear self-awareness and quite the force of character.
Cheng Zhu had encountered many "average-faith women" in his past life, inflated by lower-class sycophants; honestly, it was really off-putting.
And then there were those even worse, inflated by playboys.