Chapter 147

"Lover brother"—to think he could actually say it.

Su Ruoyun controlled her urge to roll her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, but she still couldn't help but click her tongue.

Huo Jingcheng looked at her calmly from the side, slowly curling his lips, his voice deliberately lowered, revealing a low, magnetic quality: "Call me 'Third Brother' and let me hear it."

Men always have an inexplicable obsession with their girlfriends calling them "brother."

Huo Jingcheng was naturally no exception. Against the dim light, he watched her with great interest, waiting for Su Ruoyun to call him "Third Brother."

Su Ruoyun's round apricot eyes blinked, refusing to go along with his words, her tone carrying a bit of small, proud petulance: "Plenty of people call you 'Third Brother'; are you short one from me?"

She deliberately turned her head, presenting her sharp-angled profile to the screen, not letting him see the expression on her face.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng crossed his legs in a relaxed posture, his expression leisurely.

His left hand unhurriedly brought the thin cigarette to his lips, took a light puff, and then slowly exhaled a breath.

His voice, dyed by the smoke, became even deeper, mellow, and sexy: "None of them sound as good as when you call it."

Su Ruoyun was clever and deliberately dug a pit for him, but Huo Jingcheng didn't think much and actively put the noose on himself, jumping in obediently.

Thus, Su Ruoyun dragged out her tone meaningfully: "Oh~, so you're admitting there are many 'thems'?"

"..." Huo Jingcheng was silent for a long while, his brain working fast. He intuitively realized something was wrong, then raised his eyebrows and said lazily: "There is only one 'us'."

He said it better than he sang it.

Su Ruoyun hummed and smiled: "Then I've never heard you call me 'little sister'?"

The words fell, and not even three seconds passed.

"Little sister."

Huo Jingcheng called it extremely crisply, as if murmuring in her ear, barely audible, drifting vaguely from his lips as if carried by the wind, carrying an indescribable, numbing, and seductive quality.

He happened to be staring unblinkingly at the camera, the bad, mischievous smile in his eyes unhidden. His falcon-like eyes easily pierced through layers of obstacles, capturing her heart and causing Su Ruoyun's heart to lose its beat instantly.

Su Ruoyun couldn't help but tremble, subconsciously dodging his gaze, and said with feigned composure: "Don't call me that."

Her gaze fell emptily on the row of bookshelves behind him, all original English editions of world classics, neatly arranged one by one, the English letters on the hardcover covers faintly emitting a strange light under the illumination of the desk lamp.

Her eyes quickly browsed through: *A Tale of Two Cities*, *The Painted Veil*...

Besides that, Su Ruoyun also saw a familiar "children's book"—*Harry Potter*. She glanced at it casually and then turned her gaze back to Huo Jingcheng.

What she said was "Don't call me that," not "Don't call me that randomly."

Her contradictory appearance ran through her whole body; she really was a proud, petulant little sister.

Huo Jingcheng smiled with great interest: "Little sister changes her face really fast; one moment she wants her brother to call her that, the next moment she doesn't."

"Brother doesn't know what to do with little sister anymore?"

After finishing, he feigned a sigh, a wicked smile still curling at his thin lips.

Su Ruoyun was made red-faced by Huo Jingcheng's words, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her white jade earlobes. She closed her eyes bashfully, biting her lower lip, but the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, the frequency of her blinking gradually increasing, the blush on her face never fading.

Huo Jingcheng was immersed in the pleasure of admiring her bashfulness, but the next second, he heard her mutter in a low voice: "So skilled, heaven knows how many people you've called that?"

"Tsk, wronging me again. Let alone a little sister, I don't even have an older sister. Except for you, I've never called anyone else that."

Huo Jingcheng was almost laughed to anger by her, his thin lips pulling into a sarcastic smile: "Also, where did you hear that rumor from?"

As he spoke, his tone carried personal emotion: "Which nest did it come from? I'll wipe them out later."

His sharp brows hooked upward, and Huo Jingcheng's expression darkened slightly.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun held the phone with one hand, placed it directly in front, straightened her expression, and obediently admitted her mistake: "I was just talking nonsense; don't take it seriously."

From her expression, demeanor, and words, Huo Jingcheng tasted a hint of emotion. His eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly realized, speaking slowly: "Are you embarrassed?"

His tone carried a bit of uncertainty.

Su Ruoyun, whose thoughts had been poked, had a somewhat stiff expression. Then she shrugged her small nose, her whole face wrinkling into a ball, indicating silent, tacit agreement.

Following that was Huo Jingcheng's smug, roguish smile.

Not wanting to look at this guy's "arrogant look," Su Ruoyun hummed a few times, then turned over, lying on her side on the bed, and placed her phone diagonally on the pillow to facilitate a comfortable video call.

The phone screen was close to her face, her exquisite, small face clearly visible in its entirety—the round, dull apricot eyes, the high bridge of her nose... everything explained her delicate and beautiful appearance.

"Sleepy?" Huo Jingcheng had slept in the same bed with her for several nights and knew her schedule.

It was already 10:45 at night. During the previous few absurd nights, Su Ruoyun was exhausted to the extreme and also slept according to her biological clock.

Su Ruoyun nodded, her gaze wandering aimlessly on the phone screen, stopping for a moment on Huo Jingcheng's well-defined handsome face, then sliding down to his slightly rolling Adam's apple.

His finger bones rested casually on the edge of the desk, each joint slender and distinct, the faint blue veins on the back of his hand winding and rising.

Staring at it for three or five seconds, Su Ruoyun recalled last night, those slender and flexible fingers.

She had been... and she had messed up his short hair, and he hadn't stopped her...

Recalling this, her fair cheeks flushed slightly.

Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes subconsciously to look, seeing it at a glance: "What bad things are you thinking about again?"

As he spoke, he moved his fingers, his slender finger bones falling forward onto the phone's camera, seemingly rubbing it a few times lightly.

Su Ruoyun felt like she was being petted on the head from afar. The same hand had done the same light twisting and gathering last night. She cleared her throat unnaturally: "Nothing."

Then, feeling guilty, she changed the subject, feigning composure: "I have an appointment tomorrow night, so don't come over."

Huo Jingcheng asked: "Who do you have an appointment with?"

Who on earth had such a big face?

Su Ruoyun had already promised them, so it was impossible to change: "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic with Li Li, then we'll have dinner together, and then later we'll go to a bar for drinks."

Her voice was soft, coherent, and fluent, but... Huo Jingcheng questioned her itinerary: "After seeing the TCM doctor, you're going to a bar?"

So the Chinese medicine you're drinking is all diluted into beer, right?

"None of your business?!"

Su Ruoyun raised her chin, refusing to show weakness as she glared back at him: "A man managing a little is romantic interest; if you manage too much, you're being tactless."

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