"My name is Zhuo Jing. Zhuo Jing, not zhuo jing. Understand?" Zhuo Qin glared at Yan Shengxiang, who was wearing an utterly serious expression, frustrated that he just wouldn't get it.
"What's the difference? They're both pronounced with the first tone!" Zhuo Qin didn't want to argue anymore. Yan Shengxiang was doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to make her blush and admit it.
"Zhuo jing, Zhuo jing, what's for dinner tonight?"
"Zhuo jing, Zhuo jing, where's my phone?"
"Zhuo jing. Zhuo jing..."
Just two words, Zhuo Jing, and fate was set in motion. Whenever Yan Shengxiang said them, the corners of his mouth would lift in a smile, and his heart would fill with warmth. Zhuo jing means "my humble wife," and a wife is someone who takes care of her husband's daily needs. Which means you're my wife!
There are still many shortcomings; don't let them confine you. Write your own stories.