Wei Anning could clearly understand his invitation, she shook her head like a rattle, "No, I want to go home."
Leng Youchen pursed his lips, staring at her with deep eyes, "Really not going?"
"Not going!" Wei Anning said firmly.
Leng Youchen started the car and drove out of the hotel, his tightly pressed thin lips showing a hint of displeasure, the atmosphere in the car was somewhat tense, Wei Anning sneaked a look at him, he was angry.
She reached over and held his hand, "Are you angry?"
Leng Youchen glanced at her fair hand, not saying a word.
Wei Anning acted coyly, "Don't be angry, getting angry makes you age faster."
"You think I'm old?" Leng Youchen glanced at her.
"..." Wei Anning was speechless, her mouth seemed to be coated with honey as she couldn't stop praising him, "How can you be old? In my eyes, you're the youngest and most handsome man in the world, forever eighteen in my heart, the never-aging male god."
