Lin Wanwan's face flushed: "No."
Xiao Chong didn't insist, his deep dark eyes watching her like the King of Beasts gazing at its prey: "In the future, when we're alone, call me cousin, okay?"
Lin Wanwan looked into the reflection of herself in his eyes, expressing genuine curiosity: "Why do you like me calling you that? Is it some kind of role play, or do you see me as your cousin?"
Xiao Chong couldn't help but laugh, his whole body slightly shaking: "Cousin, your imagination is truly rich."
After a moment, he said seriously: "Because I often dream about our past lives, where we were distant cousins. Back then, you would always call me 'cousin,' and it just melted my heart."
Lin Wanwan didn't believe him, trying to see the truth on his face but finding nothing.
If Xiao Chong's emotions were so easily readable, he wouldn't be who he is.
"You're a natural actor, I can't tell if you're being truthful." Lin Wanwan pouted; she genuinely couldn't understand Xiao Chong.
