"Yes, yes. You have white hair. You're an old man now." Shu Pan pretended to be serious.
Gu Shaoting smiled slightly and patted Shu Pan's buttocks. Then he said in an extremely dangerous tone, "Hmph! Old man? Have you ever seen such a handsome old man?"
"Alright. I was wrong." Shu Pan raised her hands in surrender.
"Panpan..." His gaze was deep and serene, and his voice was low and hoarse as if the eighteen-year-old Nv Er Hong Wine.
She looked at him and into his eyes that were as deep as the vast starry sky. Listening to his magnetic and deep voice, she unconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean and strong waist.
She didn't say anything, but he could feel her subtle movements and gaze in his heart.
"Panpan..." He called her name again in a hoarse voice and kissed her again. Their lips and teeth collided, and the kiss slowly deepened.
At this moment, he only had her in his eyes, and so did she.
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