"Rong Shaoze, do you think we can grow old together, slowly?" she asked softly.
Rong Shaoze nodded firmly, "We definitely can. In this lifetime, I want you to see me so old that I can’t even walk. Otherwise, I won’t die content."
Lin Xinlan blinked in confusion, not understanding his meaning.
The man looked at her indulgently, smiling, "I’ve already had a preview of how you’ll look when you get old. If I don’t let you see me age, would you be content? Would I be content?"
So that’s what he meant.
"Alright, then I’ll wait for the day you’re too old to walk and see if you’re still as handsome as you are now."
"Of course!" Rong Shaoze affirmed confidently, "Who am I? I’ll always be the most handsome man, even when I’m a hundred years old, still the most handsome man."
Lin Xinlan laughed, "Where does all this confidence come from?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling, "It comes from you."
"Hmm, in your eyes, who is the most handsome man?"
Lin Xinlan chuckled, deliberately saying, "Of course, it’s my son."
Rong Shaoze seriously said, "He counts as a man? Xinlan, you really speak without conscience; how can you just bring a kid into this. Tell me again, in your heart, who is the most handsome man?"
He blinked, hinting that the most handsome man was right in front of her.
Lin Xinlan chuckled, then deliberately said, "It’s my father."
Rong Shaoze felt dejected. Helplessly he said, "Alright then, excluding your son, your father, your grandfather—in other words, any man related to you by blood—who, in your heart, is the most handsome man?"
His eyes eagerly watched her, as if he was about to say, ’Come on, in your eyes, I am the most handsome man!’
Oh my, Rong Shaoze was so childish.
"Xinlan, is it right to hurt someone ?" he looked at her with feigned grievance, deliberately pinching her waist with one hand and rubbing his face against her neck with his.
"Hurry and say it, who is the most handsome man? If you don’t give the correct answer, I’ll be mean to you."
"How will you be mean to me?"
"!" He suddenly reached for her armpit, tickling her. Lin Xinlan laughed heartily, trying to dodge, tears of laughter spilling out, while Rong Shaoze didn’t let her go.
Huddled in his arms, she cleverly begged for mercy, "I’ll say it, isn’t that enough?"
"Who is it?" Rong Shaoze let her go, smiling as he asked.
Lin Xinlan looped her arms around his neck, her face flushed from too much laughter, making her look instantly younger by a decade.
"It’s you, in my heart, the most handsome man is you!"
Laughter shone in Rong Shaoze’s eyes. Lin Xinlan continued, "Even including my relatives, in my heart, the most handsome man is still you, it can only be you, forever you."
"Xinlan..." Rong Shaoze gently caressed her face, smiling with curved lips, "Likewise, in my heart, the most beautiful woman is you, forever you."
Lin Xinlan was touched.
Rong Shaoze deliberately teased her, insisting on knowing who the most handsome man was, all just to say that last sentence.