After contracting to have a child, the icy female CEO became addicted.

[Xiao Ling.]

[Xiao Ling, oh.]

This is the first time I've heard this title come from Jiang Ran's mouth.

Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling.

He was her younger brother, who was six years younger than her.

He called her Xiao Ling.

That's such an intimate way to address someone, like lovers.

"How...how dare you!"

Wen Ling's face instantly turned red, like a boiling kettle about to explode, as red as a cherry.

She didn't even dare to look at Jiang Ran for long, her face flushed as she turned her head away, saying, "Who told you to call me that? You should call me 'sister'!"

"No, you can't call me 'sister'."

Jiang Ran repeated very seriously, "I'm a boy, so I should take on more responsibility in a relationship. 'Sister' is a term of address used in private. You can't call me that in public."

It's just a form of address, why is he taking it so seriously...?

Wen Ling felt as if she had a fever; her cheeks were burning hot, and the heat was rising.

"What do you mean I can't call you that? I'm six years older than you, so you should call me 'older sister,' shouldn't you?"

Wen Ling said something in a low voice, so soft it was barely audible.

Jiang Ran didn't quite catch what she was saying.

He leaned closer, right next to Wen Ling's ear, and asked, "Xiao Ling, you...?"

Before Jiang Ran could finish speaking, Wen Ling suddenly dodged away as if struck by lightning.

A distance had been created between the two.

Looking at Wen Ling's reaction with a puzzled expression, Jiang Ran blinked, somewhat confused.

A sudden wave of heat hit her ears, and even though the distance between them had increased instantly, Wen Ling could still feel the temperature.

The intense heat lingering around her ears kept circulating, and Wen Ling didn't react for a long time. Like a startled rabbit, her cheeks flushed red as she looked at Jiang Ran.

"What...what are you doing, suddenly getting so close?"

"I want to talk to you!"

Jiang Ran blinked and indeed saw Wen Ling's current reaction. Her face, which had become slightly chubby due to childbirth, had lost much of its sharpness and looked much rounder. Now, her cheeks were flushed, making her look inexplicably cute.

[cute.]

Jiang Ran never imagined that this word would one day befall Wen Ling, but he did see it—he saw Wen Ling's flushed face, and he saw the details of her startled expression on her red cheeks.

Was she shy?

Those four words suddenly echoed in his mind. Jiang Ran looked at her and couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Why this sudden reaction? Could it be...?"

He chuckled, and as he spoke, he suddenly leaned close to Wen Ling's side. "Are you shy?"

"Who's shy?!"

As if a pot had been boiled over, Wen Ling exclaimed in surprise. She took a step back and caught a glimpse of the teasing look on Jiang Ran's face.

As if suddenly realizing Jiang Ran's prank, Wen Ling instantly exploded: "How dare you! How dare you! Who gave you permission to laugh at me! Stay away from me!"

"I won't!"

Jiang Ran shamelessly moved closer, "Could it be that you're shy because I call you 'Xiao Ling'?"

"Shut up!"

Wen Ling was furious. She took a few steps back and glared at Jiang Ran fiercely. "Where am I shy! Don't be so disrespectful!"

As she spoke, she adopted an adult demeanor and looked at Jiang Ran warily.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ran immediately showed a sad expression, "This is too heartless. Why did you change how you address me? Why are you avoiding me now that you're calling me 'sister'?"

That's a bit of a "green tea" statement.

Especially when she heard that "sister," it was as if she had regained her senses. Wen Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "No, no, it's not... don't misunderstand, I just..."

Seeing her suddenly approach, Jiang Ran reacted quickly and kissed Wen Ling on the forehead.

With a "bang".

The sound of servants' footsteps could be heard from the hallway connecting the living room and the living room.

Upon hearing the sound, Jiang Ran subconsciously turned her head and saw the servant standing at the doorway, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing Jiang Ran looking over, the maid tensed up and quickly lowered her head. "Mr. Jiang, Miss, Madam said she wants you to go downstairs..."

"Okay, we'll go in a bit."

Jiang Ran nodded.

The maid, being very sensible, quickly ran away.

Looking back at Wen Ling, Jiang Ran saw that she was still in a daze. Her cheeks were red, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Anyway, she just kept sitting in the same position as before, without moving an inch.

Jiang Ran knew perfectly well: "What's wrong? Haven't you recovered yet?"

"......No."

Wen Ling turned her head away and said coldly to Jiang Ran, "Don't pull these kinds of surprise attacks again!"

Jiang Ran blinked: "Why? Don't you like it?"

"..."

She stopped talking again.

Suddenly, Jiang Ran found her adorable. Mischievously, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister, why do I feel like you're secretly enjoying this?"

A wave of heat, accompanied by a deep, resonant male voice, rang in Wen Ling's ears. The distance was so close that the scalding heat rose from the base of her ears all the way up to her head.

Wen Ling jumped up abruptly, looking completely shocked. Pointing at Jiang Ran, she stammered, "You, you're talking nonsense!"

"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

She was so loud and boisterous, a far cry from her former composure; she was practically a little girl who said the opposite of what she meant.

The more she acted this way, the more Jiang Ran wanted to tease her.

"Oh...really?"

Feigning a hurt expression, Jiang Ran clutched her chest, her eyes filled with grievance, and said, "So, sister really doesn't like this... I thought you would..."

Normally, Wen Ling would still have the brains to think about these words.

At this moment, Wen Ling couldn't understand anything. Seeing Jiang Ran's severely injured appearance, Wen Ling panicked. She quickly stepped forward, pressed Jiang Ran's head down, and pulled him into her arms. "No, don't overthink it, I didn't mean it that way..."

"I understand, sister. I know you don't like it when I do this. I won't act up like this again next time..."

Jiang Ran's deep voice rang out from her arms, and Wen Ling's heart clenched instantly.

His hair was soft and tangled, and Wen Ling was truly anxious. "No! No..."

She murmured something, as if she had made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes!

When she opened her eyes again, Wen Ling's gaze was firm, as if her reason had returned, and she said with unusual calmness, "Don't be sad. What I mean is, I really liked what you were like just now."

"Really?"

Jiang Ran's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Wen Ling nodded emphatically, saying with unusual certainty, "Yes, I like it when you take the initiative. Next time, and the time after that, whenever you want, you can take the initiative, because I like it when you take the initiative."

"Oh~ so my sister likes it when I take the initiative~"