He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, is he really very old now?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Long Quyuan's heart was about to stop.

"No, it can't be, I'm not old at all!"

Seeing that he cared so much about his age, Yuan Changhuan suddenly laughed, "Then how old are you this year?" ”

"This seat is less than thirty, you little girl to make it clear, is this seat really old?"

Yuan Changhuan heard Long Quyuan's words, and smiled even more cheerfully, "Less than thirty, that is, about to stand, if it is almost twice as old as mine, is it not old?" ”

"Could it be that you still think you're a teenager?"

Seeing her smile brightly, Long Quyuan paused.

He tried his best to make her happy, and finally made her laugh because of his age.

Long Quyuan really didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry.

"And what about standing, this seat looks young." Long Quyuan snorted.

Hearing his laughter, Yuan Changhuan approached him, because he also cared about things, and felt that he was much closer to him, so he restrained his laughter in a low voice, and whispered in his ear, "Are you particularly afraid that you will get old?" ”

"That's why you don't want to admit your age?"

The hand that was as exquisite as a work of art pressed on Yuan Changhuan's forehead, and Long Quyuan said to her with a straight face, "I'm very afraid, will you give me a sense of security?" ”

"The sense of security is your own, not someone else's." Yuan Changhuan was a little flustered by his quiet and deep but penetrating eyes, and hurriedly stood up and replied.

When he got up, he didn't notice the numb calf, and he almost fell on Long Quyuan.

Fortunately, this time I grabbed the small table next to me in time.

didn't let myself be embraced again.

I lowered my head, but I saw the moon rhyme of Longqu Yuan.

The heart was shocked again.

Hurriedly got up, "I didn't mean to. ”

"Well, it wasn't meant to be." Long Quyuan bowed his head and showed respect for her words.

Yuan Changhuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Since only your lady can make shoes for you, then I won't do it." ”

"And what am I wearing?" Long Quyuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the black boots under his feet, and groaned for a while, "Forget it, let's wear this pair." ”

As he spoke, he leaned over and put his foot on his delicate black boots, ready to lift them.

And he still had gauze wrapped around his feet.

Yuan Changhuan saw his movements and raised his hand to stop him, "What are you hypocritical, haven't you ever worn shoes for more than 20 years before, and you don't have to wear them until you find your lady." ”

As he spoke, he kicked away the black boots and kicked them far away.

He was not allowed to wear it.

Now this foot, how can you wear shoes, isn't this looking for death?

"At such an age, I'm really not sensible at all." Childishness is dead.

Yuan Changhuan crossed his eyebrows with a touch of disgust.

Long Quyuan happened to see the disgust in Yuan Changhuan's eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied lightly, "It's better to talk than nothing, it's better to wear something than nothing." ”

Then he lowered his head slightly, and his voice was low, "I didn't wear shoes for more than 20 years because no one cared if I wore them." ”

"These black boots were sewn by you and given to this seat by hand, how can you not wear them."

Yuan Changhuan was entangled in his words to death.

One time he said that he could only make shoes for him, and then he cherished the shoes she made.

What the hell did he want?

Yuan Changhuan took a deep breath, glared at Long Quyuan, and said word by word, "So, what do you want?" ”