Chinese Endearments Romane & Geschichten

I knocked on her door but I got no response so I knocked again yet no response "I'm coming in " saying I opened the door slightly and there she was sleeping like an angel sent from above, she looked so peaceful while she was a sleep and buried against the soft pillows,i found squatting in front of her bed as I removed a strand of hair causing to block her beautiful face and gave a kiss on her forehead "You're safe with me bambina" I whispered as lightly as possible * Translations * tesoro - sweetheart/ treasure Bambina - baby

He laid his hands on both of my shoulders and took the chance to take a close look at me. Up close, I could see the sheen of sweat covering his forehead and the sweat stains on his shirt. I could see how he had aged by the wrinkles that have grown more visible since the last time I saw him. I smiled at the nickname he used. Xiăo is a term of endearment in Chinese that also means small, usually used to call someone who is young and Fú means blessing or good fortune. When I was younger and visited him with Bryant, he looked into my eyes and told me that I was going to receive a lot of good fortune in the future; that I was going to be a blessing to the people around me and to those who needs m

After awhile, she spoke up. "I... it's not that I don't like it Jian Ying…, it's just that it's kind of strange to hear it from you…" She said truthfully. "Oh…!" He acknowledged her. "Should I call you other names too? Just like father and mother?" Chen Lijuan looked at him shyly and asked. "Other ones...? Like what?" Jian Ying looked at the shy girl and pinched her cheek lovingly and said. "Like honey, sweetheart..., darling, dear…! We have others too"

Has he lost his mind. Her jaw dropped down. "What is the meaning of calling me wifey, don't cross the comfort line Mr Chen Aryan,." She snapped. Mr Chen Aryan whispered on the top of her head. " please cooperate , we are almost landing in our country, to look like a real couple you have to act like a real couple. To make it more authentic call me "qīn ài de"( darling) and Ye Wang told me about Shona(Indian version of baby) ,I can call you that or do you want me to call you baby"

I was getting miles away from my comfort zone trying to act obediently and hyper-politely, and, as much as I was aware that Aren was trying to do that for me, he was actually ruining it all! "Mr. Lan, perhaps it would be easier if you just call me by my first name?" I suggested, keeping a dumbly innocent smile glued to my face before finally sitting on the chair on the old man's left. Lan Jing's frown slowly faded, giving way to a warm grin. "I will call you haizi, which means a child since I can already tell that I'm going to treat you just like my grandchildren. I call all my grandchildren that way… except for your stubborn husband. I call him xiaohouzi—a youngster because he wants to be t

"Ok sweetheart. You don't need to feel bad. I will start now, ok? You go wash up and let's go together" He told Bai Zhen. "You don't have to wait for me, you know... You go ahead and I'll join you when I'm done" "I'll wait for you. If you want me to go first, them call me something else" "Something else? Something else like what, Da D,wei…?" "Something sweet! Something like, baby…, darling..., sweetheart…! You pick!" He said while looking straight into her eyes. "I...I am sorry Da D,wei… I can not do that"

“So, ‘Darling’. Is this a common thing? Do I get a list?” Panic made my tongue clumsy. “It’s just a pack thing! A greeting. You know, like ‘baby’, or ‘honey’, or… darling.” I was digging the hole deeper with every word, listing off endearments like an idiot. I felt a fierce blush scorch my entire face and neck. “It doesn’t mean anything special!” He was quiet for a moment, and I could picture him, that infuriatingly knowing look on his face. “Baby. Honey. Darling,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “I like them.”

He had brought me more happiness than he would ever know and the dam that threatened to break from the back of my eyes was proof of how much his words had touched me. Don't get me started on the new endearment. That just made my week and some. He made me feel special. The new endearment soothed my fragile and sore heart. I am used to him calling me Little One and Sweetheart, but Darling, that one is new. While him calling me Sweetheart or Little One made me happy and filled my stomach with butterflies, him calling me Darling made me happier and filled my stomach with a zoo. "Come here, Sweetheart." He softly coaxed with a soft smile as he moved his chair back and opened his arms welcomingly.

He hated that name so badly. "Don't you dare call me that again okay. Why are you so poor at endearment? I would prefer you called me Darling," her eyes widened, she wasn't expecting that. His unimpressed expression turned to his signature smirk. She scoffed. "Or sweetheart," "Delinquent!" "What?! Of course that doesn't work." "Of course it wouldn't, endearment adds to your cockiness, I wouldn't want you to go insane already." She teased.