"I'm only nineteen, what's wrong with being young and handsome? I don't care, but you seem honest despite saying we aren't suited."
Hua Yan tasted the pork rib soup, covered the pot's lid, turned down the heat, and then looked up sharply.
"How old did you just say you are?"
"Nineteen, why? Is there a problem?"
Hua Yan swallowed hard, looking at him up and down incredulously.
"Is that body really nineteen years old? People might believe it if you said thirty-nine."
"Hey, what's with that look? Doubting me? Let me tell you, I'm indeed nineteen, the fault lies with men in the Human World being too weak and not taking care of themselves, especially after marriage, their potbellies are an eyesore. How can they stand letting their bodies become like that? Living carefully and exercising should be part of daily life, shouldn't it?"
