Zhao Tian's gaze stayed on her, the soft curve of her jawline, the faint blush that lingered on her cheeks, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Makena," he said softly....
Yao Jing's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head, sharply to glare at him. "Stop calling me that," she huffed, her lips forming a pout.
"I told you, it's embarrassing."
Zhao Tian leaned forward, his chin resting on her shoulder as his lips curled into a playful smile. "But it's such a beautiful name," he murmured, his hot breath brushing against her ear.
Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and he moved a little forward in the tub, his cheek brushing with hers "Does it remind you of your past?"
Yao Jing shook her head gently "No.. it just feels embarrassing... because I am your Master and like.. I don't know how to say, when you call me with that name... like we are friends?"
Zhao Tian let out a sigh "Then shall I call you Yao Jing? Jing? Jing'er?"