Get married.
By now, men at Lu Yan's age would usually be married with kids, but the phrase 'get married' didn't seem to fit Lu Yan at all. He had many women constantly revolving around him but he wasn't in love with any of them. To even think about getting married with one of them, it was hard to imagine.
An'an batted her long eyelashes before looking at the man beside her from the corner of her eyes. "Will you get married in the future?"
Lu Yan smoked his cigarette impassively without revealing any emotions, before he gave An'an a glance and a faint smile. "How can a man not get married? Do you really wish for me to spend my last years alone?"
An'an pouted her lips and she didn't reply.
