“I thought I told you to stop calling me sǎozi.” “Yes, at least not until I propose properly,” Orion added from the table, his gaze still scanning the blueprints. Did he just say— Rosalind’s jaw dropped. A beat passed. With no smart retort anywhere to be found, Rosalind could only pivot wordlessly and push out the door, ducking her head into her shoulders to hide her flaming cheeks. Phoebe’s steps clattered after her into the hallway. “Sǎozi, slow down!”
