Watching that guy with a look of a complaining husband, Sheng Ning'an inexplicably felt her spirits lift, grinning as she said, "It's my fault for speaking out of turn, you're not old, not old at all, just seven or eight years older than me."
Xu Weiran: ...
Xu Weiran's lips quirked up, giving her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "So, An'an is denouncing me for being old?"
"Uh... how could that be?" Facing his smile, the always fearless little princess Sheng suddenly felt a strange tingling in her scalp.
It felt chilling down her back.
She then heard Xu Weiran say, "Indeed, the age gap between us is quite substantial, it really isn't appropriate, if you're having regrets..." His voice trailed off here.
Even though he didn't finish his sentence, Sheng Ning'an felt she understood what he was implying, and looked at him saying, "If I were to have regrets, what then? Do you want to break up with me?"