Wen Yangzhi watched as she playfully pulled her shirt out of her pants, giving her a meaningful look, "Oh, now that you're older, you don't like me so much it makes you want to cry anymore."
Her face turned slightly red as she retorted, "No, I want to sleep with the twenty-year-old Wen Yangzhi."
This was a reason beyond Wen Yangzhi's expectations, and to hear her say it so bluntly caught him off guard. He chuckled lazily, "So, you think I'm old now?"
She hummed to herself, "Anyway, I just want to try the twenty-year-old you. If I could try the twenty, thirty, and forty-year-old you, that would be great."
He kept a straight face, cutting to the heart of the matter, "Then you still have the chance to try the eighty-year-old me."
"Why are you like this," she said, embarrassed and surprised.
Wen Yangzhi was expressionless, "What, you don't want to try the eighty-year-old me?"
She stubbornly disbelieved, "Who can still be like this at eighty."
