Xiao Jinhan lowered his eyes to look at him. His dark chestnut pupils were like deep pools, possessing a kind of magic that made it impossible to look away.

"sixteen."

Tang Yaoyao: "...???"

She paused, stared at him with wide eyes, then closed them in confusion before asking, "Pomegranate?"

When did you come up with the idea of ​​giving her such a nickname?

Xiao Jinhan's eyes were deep, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was clear and quiet, with a hint of barely perceptible gentleness: "The number sixteen."

Tang Yaoyao: "..."

She was wondering why she was called that.

After wondering for a while, I suddenly remembered that when I counted my brothers, there were fifteen.

These fifteen are all her brothers, so she is the sixteenth.

sixteen……

This title isn't particularly special, but it inexplicably evokes a sense of warmth, as if it subtly draws you closer to him.

Lost in thought, she looked up at him again. His brows were handsome and charming, his features were very striking, and his personality was too cold. She really couldn't imagine what it would feel like to hear him call her Yao'er...

These are all very common names.

If you want him to call her baby, darling...

Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but shiver. To be honest, even she couldn't stand it, and she couldn't bring herself to call him Xiao Laosi.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, looking sweet and charming: "Okay, I'm glad you like it~"

"Um."

Xiao Jinhan looked at her stunningly beautiful face. In his memory, her cheeks always seemed to be adorned with various smiles. His eyes darkened slightly: "Sixteen."

Tang Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at him: "Hmm?"

Your smile is too fake.

Tang Yaoyao was slightly taken aback. Did he think her performance was not genuine?

"I'll find a way to make Mom stop being prejudiced against you," Xiao Jinhan said, his voice low but very serious.

He then shifted the topic to what had happened that day.

I intended to just laugh it off, but suddenly he moved closer, and his unique scent wafted over me—faint, refreshing, and pleasant, especially that captivating fragrance of orchid and musk.

She blinked: "Actually..."

He gently patted the small hand gripping his arm: "Sixteen, give me some time."

The voice, though seemingly ordinary, evoked a peculiar feeling in her at that moment, as if something overflowed and gradually spread through her heart. A slight pain was enveloped by warmth, and suddenly, her nose tingled with emotion.

He seemed to be able to read her mind, which made her feel uneasy, yet also inexplicably touched.

Tang Yaoyao pinched his arm hard with her thumb and forefinger, looking fierce: "Xiao Laosi! Why do you always expose me?"

What a bastard.

Xiao Jinhan looked at the direction she had turned: "We're dating, aren't we?"

"yes."

His eyes were serious: "We're dating, aren't we?"

"yes."

Tang Yaoyao looked at him with some suspicion, then blinked her charming and beautiful fox eyes, expressing her deep doubt.

Damn it, isn't everyone saying that love is sweet?

Why does she feel like she's being interrogated, like a criminal, when she's in a relationship?

The difference is that he was aloof when he asked these questions last night, but now he has a warm and sincere attitude, while still maintaining his usual noble and arrogant demeanor.

This made her even more confused: "Wasn't it already agreed on last night? Why are you asking again today?"