"Nothing," Shentu Mingye pulled his gaze away from her.
It was passed midnight yet there were still people walking around. The lives of common people was really different. Sanya sat on the bench sipping boba milk tea.
"How old did you say you were?" She asked casually and checked the time. It was almost time to send him home.
"I'm nineteen," he replied.
Sanya almost choked on her boba milk tea upon hearing that.
"You're nineteen years old!!!?" She looked him up and down with eyes huge as saucers.
"Yes, why?" He was confused. Why the big reaction?
"I thought you were in your early twenties! No wonder you cry so easily! You're a baby!"
"I'm not. Babies are five or ten years old. I'm older than that," he refuted her without arguing.
"Then how old are you?" He asked her.
She held up two fingers on one hand, five fingers on the other.
Two plus five is seven, right?
"Twenty seven?" Shentu Mingye said.
