"Cheng Zhu, you are really a rogue."
A bit drunk, Shen Qingning sat in the car, staring at him and rarely voicing her true feelings.
To be precise, the content of their bet was: if she lost, she had to call Cheng Zhu "Brother."
But what had he just said?
He said fair and square that she should call him "big brother."
A single word difference, but it gives a completely different feeling.
Calling someone "big brother" is not an easy thing.
Especially for a girl to call a guy "big brother."
After all, not many girls can shout those two words with the feeling of the rough men from "Water Margin" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms."
At this moment, listening to Ningning curse him, the bastard didn't feel angry; instead, he found the drunken Qingning amusing.
Looking at the expression of indignation on her face but noticing her eyes darting around, avoiding eye contact, he simply propped his arm on the armrest of the seat, leaned forward slightly, and moved a bit closer.
