The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Fifteen)

He raised his eyebrow. His interest at a peak, he asked, "What were you thinking about that it made you so shy?"

Su Yue blushed even harder. She mumbled, "Uncle Ming, you're so annoying."

Ming Ansheng frowned in confusion. "How am I annoying?"

"You actually called me 'darling'," Su Yue explained in a soft voice that is almost a whisper.

"So that's why." Ming Ansheng smiled. He stood opposite her and asked, "Do you like me calling you that?"

Under the lighting, his smile looked wicked and flirtatious.

Su Yue nodded unabashedly and lifted her head to look at him. She warned, "But you can't call me that in front of others."

Ming Ansheng nodded and agreed. "It's not meant to be heard by others."

Su Yue blinked.

Ming Ansheng said, "Let's eat."

Su Yue picked up her fork and knife and started to cut the steak. But she hadn't realized that she couldn't slice through it at all.