Luo Ye's teasing quickly filled Ye Xuan's eyes with joy: "From the first time we met, you've been making fun of me. I thought I had no image in Ye'er's eyes at all."
"Now I really don't have an image!"
"It doesn't matter if I don't have one now, as long as I have Ye'er!"
Mou Ye felt a headache coming on, finding that after Handsome Ye confessed, his mouth was as sweet as honey, and way too much of it – sickeningly sweet.
"No more jokes. Uncle is just worried that I'm with you out of gratitude. He's a good father, thinking of you in all respects," Luo Ye stopped teasing Ye Xuan and answered truthfully.
"He indeed is a good father. I understand what he's been worried about. Ye'er..." Ye Xuan coughed awkwardly: "Although I'm so much older than you, I assure you, this is my first love."
"Are you shy?" Luo Ye smiled and reached out to touch Ye Xuan's cheek: "So cute, you're even blushing."
"I'm not blushing, it's the lighting."
