"Yes, yes, Tianlin isn't a child."
Ye Lingling's mood improved quite a bit, and she could not help raising a hand to pat Yu Tianlin's head. Her eyes curved. Though the face beneath her black veil could not be seen, she was probably smiling.
Yu Tianlin, however, looked a little gloomy. Why did everyone like patting his head? His cowlick grew right on top of his head. If someone with sharp perception touched it, they could discover something was wrong. If the problem with his cowlick was exposed, things would get seriously bad.
Fortunately, with Ye Lingling's perception, she probably would not notice, so Yu Tianlin did not force her to take her hand away.
"Huh, Sister Lingling, did you just call me Tianlin?"
After shaking off the gloom of having his head patted, Yu Tianlin suddenly realized that Ye Lingling had actually called him only by his given name just now, without adding his surname.
One had to know that Ye Lingling addressed even the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team by their full names, and the same went for Dugu Yan, who was also a girl. Yet now, when she called him, she had suddenly used this slightly more intimate form of address. It really was rare.
Hearing Yu Tianlin say that, Ye Lingling's slender hand, which had been rubbing his head, immediately stiffened. Then she quietly moved it away from his head and said with feigned calm, "You're younger than me. Is there anything wrong with calling you that? If you mind, then forget it."
"It's fine. Of course you can call me that." Yu Tianlin smiled. "It seems that as long as someone is familiar with me, they're all older than I am, so there are all sorts of ways they call me, like Tianlin,