He doesn't like spicy food. She was sort of familiar with his taste.
"I have something to talk to you..." Sherman drank some warm water and looked up at the man opposite her, "Can you not call me Sher?"
"Why?" Frowning, Kingsley cast a sidelong glance at her and stared at her calmly.
"Before my mother passed away, my father and she always called me Sher. When you suddenly called me Sher, I had the feeling that they were calling me..."
When her childhood nickname came out of his sexy and thin lips, it was indeed tempting and touching.
However, when her mother was still alive, she would always call her Sher. As long as she heard Sher, she would instinctively think of...
With his strong arms supporting himself on the table, Kingsley's large hand gently rubbed the space between his brows. The joints were clearly defined. He said, "Little Sher?"
"..." Sherman lowered her head and said nothing while drinking water.
Looking at her expression, Kingsley smiled,"Shery?"
She remained silent. Compared to the earlier nickname, this nickname was indeed a little better. However...
Placing the glass on the table, he gently knocked on the table and opened his mouth. His voice was low and gentle, "Then tell me, what do you want me to call you?"
Upon hearing his question, Sherman began to seriously think about it.
Little Sher, no. Shery, no. Then, the only name for Kingsley to address her was that Sherman.
"Little Sher, it seems like the elders are calling the younger. Therefore, Sherman is better."
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