Yan Yan decided to keep her previous thoughts to rot in her stomach.
Those thoughts, if voiced, would surely be embarrassing for both her and Qi Yi.
"Qi Yi." Yan Yan rarely called Qi Yi by his name; she had too many nicknames for him, so the occasions that required his full name were particularly rare.
"Hm? What's up?" Every time Yan Yan called Qi Yi by his name, it took him by surprise.
Whether it was 'Grandpa' or 'Xiao Qizi', Qi Yi had grown accustomed to it, only his own name made him feel strange, as if it wasn't his name at all.
"Nothing much, why do you look so surprised? Names are meant to be called, aren't they?" After realizing she had been overthinking, Yan Yan's mood became cheerful.
"Used to being 'Xiao Qizi' for too long, one inevitably develops a sort of subservience; suddenly being addressed formally by name, I find myself unaccustomed to it," said Qi Yi, seeing Yan Yan happy made him feel much better.