1699: After Asking That, His Own Heart Withered

After Asking That, His Own Heart Withered

"Yeah, I think so." Shi Xiaoya nodded. "He's probably the youngest guest on Survivor."1

Han Zhuoling raised his eyebrow. Young?

An 18-year-old punk. Had he even grown hairs completely?

Thinking about it, Shi Xiaoya was six years older than Cheng He. Shi Xiaoya probably won't like a boy that's way younger than her, right?

Han Zhuoling's fingertips tapped on the steering wheel mindlessly as he said, "Do you like guys who are older or younger than you?"

"What?" Shi Xiaoya totally did not expect that. They were still talking about the show, so why did Han Zhuoling suddenly change the topic to this?

And he did not seem like someone who was interested in another person's love life.

"I… never really thought about it before. Anyway, it's fine as long as we can get along." Shi Xiaoya gave a very PR answer.

Han Zhuoling: "…"

What was going on?

Did that mean that it's fine even if the guy was six years younger?

Han Zhuoling suddenly felt that he could not let down his guard regarding Cheng He.

Right after that, he heard Shi Xiaoya add, "But it's best if he's not too old or too young."

She felt quite embarrassed actually. "Whether the guy is too old or too young, it just feels like the gap is a little too big, and there might be a generational gap."

Han Zhuoling: "…"

He wondered, was the age gap between him and Shi Xiaoya considered too big in her eyes?

Had he known the answer, he would not have asked.

After asking that, his own heart withered.

"Is being six years younger than you considered too young?" Han Zhuoling asked.

"Ah? Probably, yeah. If he's six years younger than me, he's still a kid." Shi Xiaoya suddenly paused. "You can't be talking about Cheng He, right?"

Han Zhuoling did not speak, but for some reason, Shi Xiaoya felt that she guessed the answer from his expressionless face.

Shi Xiaoya quickly explained, "I don't have that kind of feelings towards Cheng He. These kinds of things cannot be spoken about casually. In my eyes, he's just like a little brother."

Thinking about it, Shi Xiaoya shuddered uncontrollably. "He's still so young. Thinking about that feels like I'm committing a crime. I'm not so perverted."

The corners of Han Zhuoling's mouth curved upwards. Hearing Shi Xiaoya's reply finally lifted his spirits a little.

"I just really did not expect that you, Young Master Ling, actually liked to gossip about these kinds of things." Shi Xiaoya laughed awkwardly. She thought that he did not care about such things at first.

Shi Xiaoya thought about it. Could it be that Han Zhuoling was getting married?

Han Zhuoling's age now was actually not very young either.

On top of that, he had just gone through a failed marriage, so his family should be quite anxious about his marriage prospects.

If Han Zhuoling asked, it was clear that he had someone in mind and had the intention to get married as well.

Shi Xiaoya lowered her head. Her spirits fell for some reason.

Han Zhuoling was thinking about getting married now. Thinking that he might probably fall in love with a girl and get married made Shi Xiaoya's heart feel unbearably stuffy.

She did not want Han Zhuoling to get married just for the sake of it, or else he would not be happy either.

But even if he did, given Han Zhuoling's personality, he would probably treat his wife very well.

He was such a good person, after all.

She only hoped that his future wife would treat him a little better, whether or not she really got together with him because of love.

She hoped the other party would be able to see Han Zhuoling's virtues and not let this man get hurt once again.

But no matter which situation it was, she should maintain a distance from Han Zhuoling when he got married next time.

Shi Xiaoya forced a small smile. She had just begun to treat him like a friend and felt that interacting with him felt especially comfortable, and they seemed to have gotten much closer as well, but they still had to distance themselves in the future, when the time came.

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