"Haven't you heard that there's a generation gap every three years? We have nothing in common," Wen Wan immediately replied, "Besides, you're over thirty and I'm just in my twenties. It's already generous of me not to call you 'uncle'."
"Thirty! I'm only thirty!" Mo Siluo retorted dryly, then he sneered, "Uncle? In bed, I wouldn't mind you calling me that."
"Pervert!" Wen Wan blushed in embarrassment as the realization hit her.
After a while, Wen Wan suddenly looked at Mo Siluo, her eyes gleaming with a calculating light, "If you agree to a condition of mine, I might seriously consider your proposal."
Mo Siluo frowned, "Speak."
"You must know Gu Yang, right?" Wen Wan asked with a teasing smile.
Mo Siluo's face fell instantly, "No, I don't."
