"You don't look more than eighteen at most," Zhao Lan looked Cheng Yanqing up and down, feeling puzzled, "Women really are strange creatures."
"Always afraid of aging, but consciously aging themselves."
Having sipped her glass of wine, Shen Lan gave Zhao Lan a quick once-over, and arrived at conclusion, "Age, this thing."
"If I were to determine it myself, naturally, I am young, but compared to you, I feel old."
Zhao Lan laughed, "I'm 23 now, you can tell me your age."
"Twenty-six," Shen Lan didn't hide anything.
He didn't expect this woman to be older than him by a few years, but Zhao Lan didn't feel put off. He had always liked older women, which fell right in line with his preferences.
He clinked his wine glass with Shen Lan's, "I think it's just right."
"Why don't we give it a try?"
He had encountered casual ones before, but never someone so casual that they immediately suggested getting together.
But even if this guy likes me, that has nothing to do with me.
