You Finally Drove the Director Insane

"So... I was the one who gave you the name Zhi Zhi?" Shen Ranxin said in disbelief. "Good thing I was kind of illiterate back then. Otherwise, you'd have been called Squeaky, which would've sounded even worse. Later on, no one would know whether they were calling you or a mouse..."

Lu Zhi smiled and leaned against his shoulder. "As long as it was given to me by you, I liked it."

"So back then, you wanted to come home with me, right?" Shen Ranxin propped up his chin. "But you didn't say anything... Still, you were so quiet as a kid. How did you become so flirtatious now—cough, how did you become so... um, lively?"

Lu Zhi looked at him. "Because you said you liked it."

Shen Ranxin paused.

Lu Zhi gave a somewhat self-mocking smile. "That trafficker always knew my pheromone level was high, because I could easily suppress him with my pheromones. But he would never spend money to get a pheromone level test for a slave, so he didn't know just how high my pheromone level actually was."

"When I was sixteen, Lu Yeshan discovered that my pheromone level was very high. So he took me back and asked whether I had a name."

Lu Zhi let out a soft laugh. "You upper-class people really are strange. You seem especially fond of asking ridiculous questions to slaves who hadn't even been allowed to retain their own personhood since childhood. Like whether they had a name."

Shen Ranxin reached out and suddenly pinched Lu Zhi's little finger, speaking gently. "Because before forming any kind of relationship, you needed to know the other person's name. Asking your name meant they wanted to build some sort of relationship with you."

"Mm." Lu Zhi clasped Shen Ranxin's finger in his