Mo Nanze tenderly and fondly rubbed Lu Yinfeng's head, "You little elf!"
He laughed heartily, fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes.
Lu Yinfeng looked up and saw them, extending her hand to gently massage those spots with her fingertips.
"Do you think I'm old?" Mo Nanze deliberately sounded hurt.
Lu Yinfeng shook her head, her eyes curved as she looked at him, her gaze wrapping around him tenderly.
"You're not old," Lu Yinfeng replied, "You're just... older!"
Mo Nanze chuckled without words.
"Is there a difference between those two words?"
"The difference is big! Age is an objective fact, old is a state of being," Lu Yinfeng explained seriously.
"Even though you're in your thirties, your physical fitness and mental state are very youthful..."
He was now in the prime of a man's life, neither green and immature, nor staid and outdated.