Mo Nanjue clearly didn't believe it. He finished the wine in his glass and suddenly called out, "Tong Ran."
"Hmm?" Tong Ran slightly tilted her head. The lights in the living room were dim, and sitting like this was very comfortable. With him by her side, she felt at ease, "You always call me by my full name."
The man frowned slightly at her words, "Then what should I call you?"
"Xiao Ran?"
"That's what Luo Xiao calls you."
"..." Tong Ran thought for a moment, "Ranran?"
"Sounds terrible."
"Tong Tong?"
"Even worse."
"Xiao Tong?"
The man's lips curved into a smile, "I've realized that no matter how I call your name, it sounds awful."
"Mo Nanjue!"
"What," the man placed the wine glass on the table, "don't you also call me by my full name?"
"... Then what should I call you?"
The man didn't answer. He lowered his head, then suddenly spoke, "Tong Ran."
"Hmm?"
"What if Luo Xiao died, what would you do?"
