Moh Yanchen put the bowl aside and took a handkerchief to wipe her lips.
"You want to fall in love?" He asked.
Fall in love? In his memory, he didn't seem to experience it.
"Of course," she said casually. His face darkened slightly and she approached him carefully. "Uncle, how many times have you fallen in love before?"
She was too curious about this question.
When she asked him if he had a girlfriend, he said no!
"Not once," he answered decisively without thinking. He was not good at lying, and it was not worth it to lie.
She blinked her almond-shaped eyes at him, as if she had seen a ghost. She thought she heard it wrong.
"How could you not have been in a relationship before? You at least had a crush, right?"
"No."
She placed her hand on her forehead and looked through the gaps of her fingers at his god-like handsome face. She thickened her skin and said, "Then did I take advantage of you?"
