The content of this speech undoubtedly made a lot of sense, but at this moment, Bo Jingshen felt that his brain just couldn't... couldn't take in these truths for the next little while.
Buzzing in his head were only two words—Ah Shen.
"What did you call me?" Bo Jingshen asked.
Su Lu coughed lightly, "If you didn't hear it, let it be."
"I heard it, I heard it, I just want to hear it again," Bo Jingshen smiled.
Su Lu glanced at him and then gestured, "Zhao Xiaole, come here."
Zhao Xiaole immediately ran over, still holding a box of black truffle chocolates, "What's up? Does it hurt? Shall I blow on it for you?"
Zhao Xiaole thought Su Lu was in pain because of the cut on her finger and looked worried with furrowed little brows.
Su Lu shook her head, "No, come on, call him."
"Ah Shen?" Zhao Xiaole looked at Bo Jingshen, "What's wrong with Ah Shen?"
