Hearing the intimate form of address, Shi Wei lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at her, his gaze laced with a chilling menace: "My name is not one you can call."
The smile on Meng Han's face froze for a moment. She seated herself on the chair opposite him, tilted her head, and looked at him. "Then how do you wish me to address you? Mr. Shi?"
It was clearly a perfectly normal title, yet coming from her mouth, it carried an indescribable hint of ambiguity.
"You are not worthy." Shi Wei scoffed, his tone tinged with mockery, not even sparing her another glance this time.
As if looking at her one more time might taint his eyes.
Even though Meng Han had long grown accustomed to his icy demeanor, hearing those three words still caused a sharp twinge in her heart.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice still soft and seductive: "You're just the same as ever, not a bit different."
