"Well..." This intimacy made Dugu Rong's heart tremble slightly, her face became rosy, and she was extremely shy: "Your Majesty..."
"Rong'er doesn't seem to like calling my name."
Looking at her shy face, Jin Moran was not in a hurry. He naturally knew how shy her daughter was, but that rosy color and shyness of her daughter made his heart even more drunk. He seemed to be drunk.
He was no longer satisfied just stroking her rosy face like this.
Her eyes were fixed on Dugu Rong in front of her, especially those delicate red lips, and she couldn't help but her voice became hoarse: "But, I like your name to be Ran."
Jin Moran's ambiguous breath brushed across Dugu Rong's face, lifting her heart fiercely, but her hands were slightly intertwined, and her eyes were filled with happiness...