Duoyao thought his reasoning sounded quite sweet, but after a while, she felt unsatisfied again. She turned back and puffed her cheeks. "Does that mean you've really been with other women in the past?"
Yan Molun glanced at her lazily. "Didn't you also say I'm an old man? How many old men haven't been with a few women before?"
Duoyao suddenly felt as though she had eaten a piece of cake that had been nibbled by flies. "Then I'm at a disadvantage. Not only did I get myself an old man, but I even got a second-hand old man. No, maybe even third or fourth hand."
Yan Molun finally tied the thin string of the jade pendant. He lifted his head and when he heard her speak, he frowned helplessly. When he left, she dealt him a blow. Now that he had returned, she dealt him with yet another blow.
He let her go and leaned back, supporting his weight with his hands propped behind him as he said lightly, "Do you know the price of getting yourself a first-hand man?"