"Who's old!" Qin Jian didn't like hearing this; he's over ten years older than his little wife, and he's afraid An Hao might find him old.
"You're still vigorous despite your age, alright? Calling you old Qin just shows the depth of our relationship! What are you thinking?" An Hao hadn't seen Qin Jian in a long time, and upon meeting him, she playfully teased him.
This had become a playful dynamic between them as a couple.
"Just wait. Tonight I'll show you whether I'm actually old." Qin Jian leaned in close to An Hao's ear, speaking through gritted teeth.
An Hao felt a chill down her back. "Commander Qin, please go easy on me!"
"That depends on your performance." Qin Jian let out a couple of light grunts.
Ning Chenyang was sitting on the sofa, holding a cookie box in one hand, stuffing cookies into his mouth. Watching his parents' affectionate interaction, he gulped down the cookie and mumbled, "Here they go again, flirting!"
