"And I'm getting on in years, almost thirty in a couple more, an old man already..."
"Screech," a noise of car tires rubbing against the cement abruptly interrupted Ran Yu's words. Eyes wide open, she watched as the sports car made a sudden right turn, then pulled over to the side of the road.
Immediately following, "click" went the seatbelt around her waist as it loosened, a pair of large hands clamped around her waist, and she was hoisted into the air to land promptly in someone's arms.
Lu Ziheng's dark eyes menacingly closed in on her clear, lively cat-like eyes as he warned in a low voice, "I'm an old man?"
Ran Yu: "..."
"Speak up!" Lu Ziheng pinched her waist.
"Ouch." Ran Yu cried out in pain, "You won't admit you're old, but you are already nine years older than me!"
"..." Lu Ziheng bent down and bit her small mouth.
"By the time I'm 30, you'll be 40!" Ran Yu shouted, still unconvinced.
By then, he would be an old man, alright!
