Huo Yao turned her head and noticed Min Yu standing closely behind her like a ghost. "You…"
Min Yu extended his hand, held her by the waist, and pulled her into his arms. He gritted his teeth as he said solemnly, "What did you mean by old?"
Huo Yao was caught in a daze and felt puzzled.
"Why aren't you saying anything now?" Min Yu raised his hand, placed his thumb on Huo Yao's lower lip, and rubbed it gently. He asked. "What's wrong with my age?"
Huo Yao smiled and corrected herself. "What old age? You're very young."
"You're so patronizing." Min Yu lowered his head and bit her ear.
Huo Yao went quiet.
Older men just could not take negative comments graciously.
"Age doesn't matter. You've already kissed me, so I know you like me." Min Yu turned his head sideways and went closer to Huo Yao's lips. "It's too late to regret and change your mind."
