"Shang, Ying." Nie Jiuque softly repeated the name.
It was the first time he had earnestly recited a girl's name, and from then on, it was etched into his heart, never to be forgotten.
"What about you, what's your name?" she casually asked in return.
"I... don't have a name."
He suddenly didn't want to tell her who he was.
Because even though there was no feud between the Immortal and Demon Realms, Nie Jiuque was famously notorious as the big demon, and his reputation was far from being as attractive as his face.
She might say she's not afraid of the Demon Realm, but that doesn't mean she's free of reservations about the Demon Lord.
Even if she really was simple-minded, truly not one to blindly follow rumors, facing the Demon Lord would surely not be as easy and genuine as she was with him now.
"Hmph, if you don't want to say, then don't, but why lie and say you don't have one, stingy." She pouted, clearly indicating she thought he was lying.
