Sure enough, Xu Baohan continued, “This meal is on me, which means you still owe me a meal for helping you last time. If you agree to go out with me, you’ll owe me nothing. If you don’t agree, then I have no choice but use that favor to ask you out.”

An Lan smiled, like a flower blossoming under the light.

She had never expected Xu Baohan to be so cheeky.

“If it’s possible, I hope that you’ll owe me the meal for the rest of your life,” Xu Baohan said in a calm voice, his eyes shining.

What he meant was that if she agreed to go out with him, he’d be the one paying for every date, and he would be the one paying for the rest of his life.

An Lan was frustrated that her brain worked too fast, and she could immediately understand the meaning behind his words.

Some words of love were straightforward and touching, while some were more stirring due to the subtleness, especially when the speaker had a handsome face and a sexy voice.

It only took about ten seconds for an Lan’s face to turn pink under his gaze.

How was she supposed to answer him?

She was screaming in her heart.

But as a woman, she had to show him that she wasn’t easily moved. She had to let him know that she was a beautiful woman whose heart wasn’t stirred easily.

“I don’t know if I will owe you the meal forever,” An Lan forced out a indifferent smile. “But didn’t you say that you’re going to Shifeng Mountain with us on Sunday?”

“Yes, I’m going to pray for a good marriage. What are you praying for?” Xu Baohan smiled.

An Lan raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry, I don’t pray for marriage. For someone like me who had a crush on a man but failed to win his hand, I have many admirers, so I don’t need to pray for a good marriage.”

“I understand. You were just unlucky and had an indecent ex-boyfriend.” Xu Baohan narrowed his eyes, a faint smile on his face. “Actually, you can pray for a good boyfriend because you had bad luck in love.”

An Lan’s smile froze.

“But you really don’t need to pray for a good marriage.” Xu Baohan’s revealed a charming smile. “I’ll pray for both of us.”

An Lan: “…”

He was flirting with her again.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Xu Baohan asked.

“What should I say?” An Lan tried to control her blush and asked.

“You can say…” Xu Baohan paused, the corners of his lips curving up. “… ‘I think what you said is pretty good’.”

An Lan rolled her eyes at him. “Chief Judge Xu, I realize that you’re becoming more and more shameless.”

“Baohan…” Xu Baohan reminded her.

An Lan: “…”

Xu Baohan repeated, “Baohan, call me Baohan from now on.”

“I heard that.”

“I’m afraid you’ll forget. Now call me Baohan,” Xu Baohan said, waiting quietly.

“I won’t.” An Lan gritted her teeth.

“If you call me Chief Judge Xu again,” Xu Baohan frowned and continued, “I’ll make you call me Baohan for the rest of your life as you punishment. How is that?”

An Lan leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Alright, I was planning to call you hubby or darling if we were to get married. It looks like I’d continue calling you Baoan.”

“…”

Xu Baohan was taken aback and furrowed his brows deeply.

Of course he didn’t want her to call him Baohan after they got married. If he were to hear hubby or darling from her alluring lips…

Xu Baohan suddenly felt dry in his mouth. “Forget it, but don’t make the mistake again.”

“So what if I make the mistake again? It’s up to me,” An Lan muttered to herself silently, ‘You’re still calling me Lawyer An.’