"Alright, alright, stop going on about marriage all the time. To hear you talk, one would think you were seventy or eighty years old..."
"I am, in fact, quite old," Xiao Furen cut in calmly.
Yuan Si choked. 'Right, this guy really was an old man in his fifties in his past life.' She gave him a slow look up and down, her gaze lingering on a certain area for an extra second or two. "Since you're so old, practically with one foot in the grave, you shouldn't be so impulsive. It's bad for you and for others."
Xiao Furen chuckled. 'Is she looking down on me?' "You're talking about my past life. In this life, I'm in my prime. I'm confident I can give you decades of happiness." As he spoke, his large hand reached for her face again.
